Making Mistakes

I have been thinking lately, why is everyone so afraid to make mistakes. Be it, in school or at work or at play we are all scared of making mistakes.

Mistakes are just part of being human and living. Whether the mistake is forgetting to put your car in park or leaving the oven on and burning your food.

I am a firm believer that mistakes help you learn. They make you grow as a person and teach you to try again this time only harder than the last.

They make you push yourself to your limits and push you to find out who you really are.

I am not perfect and will never be perfect. I am so grateful for the many mistakes I have made in my life.  One that sticks out in my life is from grade three. I had forgotten to take my Ritalin that day and we were having a really big math test that afternoon. Because I had forgotten to take my Ritalin I failed the test miserably.
I failed it so badly that I remember I started crying. I was so embarrassed and upset with myself.

But my teacher did something amazing. She allowed me to retake the test on a day where I remembered to take my Ritalin. And man I did so much better. But I had also studied for days to prepare for this test. I remembered feeling so successful and so accomplished about what I had done.

I know because I had made that mistake that I was going to push myself to pass and to do that much better.

I do not understand why we are so afraid of making mistakes. I love making mistakes. Because then I can get up and try again. And do better the second time.

My life is not my own....

So it is pretty strange to think that it is already 2016. When I was as kid I thought that we would be living in a world like "The Jetsens". As a teenager I thought that i would be married with like 6 kids and be incredibly successful. As a person in their young twenties I still thought I would be married with kids but my life did not turn out as planned.

Here I am coming into my 29th year... My life did not go the way I had planned. I was single till just eight months ago and so I do not have 6 kids. I raised my brother's kids for a year, I have not had a job that I would call a career. I have lived in 3 cities and a bunch of moves. Lost a sister and a sister in law in premature death.

My life has not gone how I would of planned it but it has gone the way I needed. I needed the experiences I have had to become who I am today.

God has planned my life accordingly. And of course it has not been perfect. There were times when I was completely feed up with Him because I felt like life was not going my way.

It took a long time for my to realize that I am not in control of my life. There is someone who knows everything and knows me perfectly who is in control.
The past two years have been filled with lessons of learning that my way is not Gods way. That He knows the path that will bring the most joy.

I had no idea that three years ago that me following the strong prompting of moving to Edmonton would bring so much joy. I has no idea that two years ago that sacrificing my single life would eventually help me meet my eternal companion.

I learned that sacrifice truly does bring the blessings of Heaven. That the only way to find pure joy and peace is to follow the path that Heavenly Father has for us.

As I contemplate this year and the goals and dreams I hope to accomplish that I will be able to fill them and improve on them this year.

I have goals that will help me become a better and more well rounded person and will help me I my way to becoming a complete person. I have goals to loose some weight and get in better shape, learn how to crochet mittens and toques, learn to can vegetables,  read and ponder from the scriptures every single day, among others.

I hope these goals will help me in becoming a better person that can f give back to society and to others around me. But most importantly that my life will reflect the life of My Lord and Savior.