On my many mistakes

How to take ourselves less seriously and find humor in those who take themselves too seriously.

I ate way too many Hot Pockets in my twenties and, dare I admit, my thirties.

I’m paying for this one.

I currently have a bruise under my right eye from self-administered acupuncture.

It usually works out quite well for allergies, but I hit the wrong spot.

Before my husband, I made many poor choices about who to date or spend time with.

Nothing to write here.

I once almost died from taking too many supplements.

They are supposed to be better than medications, right? And internet research is sound, right?

Someone once showed me who they were, and I didn’t believe them.

This has happened many times, in fact. As my mother and Maya Angelou say in ever-so-slightly different ways, “If someone shows you who they are, believe them.”

I once injured a tendon in my wrist from doing backbend push-ups.

Personal opinion: Jillian Michaels should not teach yoga.

Speaking of yoga, I was head-butted by a goat while teaching goat yoga.

I thought it was cute how close the baby goat was to me. Like an assistant with burgeoning horns.

I have repeatedly turned in work too early or shared things too quickly.

Better than perfectionism, no?

I, a curly-haired redhead, once gave myself a curly perm.

So glad cell phones didn’t exist when I was a kid.

There were many times I didn’t speak my mind for fear of being judged.

Ha. Not anymore.

Okay, let’s be honest, this could go on way too long, so I’ll stop while there’s still levity. Ah, to be human. If only we could wear these lists on our foreheads, I feel no one would fight. Instead, we’d all share a chuckle. This existence. How silly. Look at how we stumble together. Or is it just me?