Today, I was very stressed at work. I made a mistake on my second day that showed up today. I’m not perfect. I don’t expect perfection from myself. I’ve learned so much in the last two and a half weeks that I couldn’t even really remember exactly what happened. As my name was (literally) all over the mistake, all I could do was try to remember what transpired, apologize for the mistake and move forward.
I carry my mistakes on my shoulders. While I know I’m not perfect, I beat myself up for mistakes.
By the end of the day, as we were ending our day, I joked, saying that I wanted a drink. (Maybe I wasn’t joking…) Instead, I went to the gym. I ran longer than I ever have, and I left the gym feeling great. And completely exhausted. In a great way.
It turns out that exercise is a much better stress reliever than food or alcohol. I’m actually helping to extend my life, feel emotionally better and I’m starting to see the results. I have a long way to go, but I’m headed in the right direction.
I wish someone would’ve told me this years ago. Or that I would’ve heard them when they told me.