A beautiful lady I know and adore updated her Facebook status yesterday with a quote by George Bernard Shaw:
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
I don’t know about you, but I find this a big relief. I mean, if Georgie B says we’re doing it right, there must be some point to all those fuck ups and missteps – right?
Here are some ways I can think of that have made my life an entirely honourable pursuit:
- Misspelling the word ‘ecstasy’ in a year 10 spelling test (something I was used to nailing without a problem – other mistakes were made related to ecstasy in my twenties but we can talk about that another time)
- Thinking green eye shadow would bring out the green in my hazel eyes when I was 15. It didn’t.
- Wagging a good portion of year 11.
- Letting my mother home-perm my hair – turning out less like Kylie Minogue and more like Craig McLachlan.
- Marrying an enormous tool at the age of 20, only to realise the error of my ways not even a year later. This episode has since become known as my practice marriage and is spoken of only in incredulous tones.
- Catching a bus with said ex from Perth back to Brisbane directly after the split – three solid days on the road to discuss where we went wrong in very close proximity without shower facilities.
- Tencel jeans.
- Not learning to drive until I was 32, so missing loads of opportunities to go anywhere that wasn’t on a bus/tram/train route.
- Dating any bloke called Craig.
- Taking a job wearing a XXXX bikini and sitting in a dunking machine in the middle of winter while the Brisbane Bandits were having a night out on the tiles.
- Deciding to go for a stroll on my own at sunset in Istanbul, and forgetting where I was staying and the name of my hotel.
- Ordering that third dirty martini on my poor husband’s birthday.
- Stopping for breakfast at The Big Prawn.
Okay, your turn. What mistakes have you made that have made you more honourable? Or at least more interesting?