Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


mistakes, learning, & paying attention

I buttoned the duvet cover wrong today. I’m sure you’re wondering why this is news… But as I unbuttoned the entire length of buttons (because of course the one I skipped was at the other end…:)), I thought about mistakes. How we hate them. And how this one seemed so apropos…

I hurry too much. I know this. And I really hurry in the mornings, especially making the bed. It seems like… well, a complete waste of time. Hello! You’re just going to have to remake it again tomorrow! And yes, I realise it makes the room look nicer. It makes the sheets smoother and more comfortable later. I know all that. It still is not my favourite thing :).

But today, as I was unbuttoning and rebuttoning, I thought about mistakes. And how they can, if we pay attention, really be lessons. That I need to slow down, in this case. Pay more attention. Be more mindful. That’s what I learned making the bed today. Aren’t you jealous?



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