Mis-takes

I often think back to what Anne Shirley says: "Tomorrow is fresh with no mistakes in it yet." How comforting, especially since I make so many mistakes. And I make the same ones over and over, but at least I know I get another chance tomorrow.

The mistakes range from small to large. For instance, today I dropped a plate holding half a cake I had made. The plate shattered into tiny glass shards, and the cake landed on top of the glass. That was a small, though vexing, mistake.

A larger mistake is ignoring people because I'm too scared to talk to them. This is a mistake I make almost every day. You would think I would learn, and I do. I know exactly what I'm doing, but I can't seem to help it. But at least I get another chance tomorrow. I can have another "take."

Yesterday I made the mistake of eating a piece of leftover pizza before bed.
Tomorrow I'm getting my hair cut--I hope that won't be a mistake.

Smaller mistakes are more obvious. The largest mistakes--a marriage, a job, a life--don't become obvious till much later, if at all. I fear that we are usually oblivious to our worst mistakes while we're making them. So I won't cry over spilled cake. I wish I could say I do the best I can, but at least I get the chance to do better tomorrow.