#mess ups

The Misfits Manifesto by Lidia Yuknavitch

Chapter 3

funny story from when i was two or so-

Pizzeria UNO’s had just opened, and they had a build-your-own kids pizza. I was obsessed with pizza at the time. So. They came out with sauce and cheese and pizza crust. All i had to do was put it together.

I made my pizza. A bit of the sauce had gotten on my hands, so, naturally, I licked it off. I started crying. It was so spicy. I hated it.

My dad started yelling at me that it was normal pizza sauce and to shut up and stop crying. nO. The sauce was so spicy it burned.

My mom tasted it. “This isn’t tomato sauce!”

So I’m in a research lab in my college. And so far, after about almost 3 months of being in this lab 4 hours a week (I know it isn’t a lot, haha), I’ve broken 1 test tube (slipped from my grasp) and maybe-potentially cracked a plastic container of some chemical (I gripped it too hard) so much that it was spilling.

Both incidents were super embarrassing and I totally wanted to sink into the ground. But they were quickly resolved with my mentors and professor. So my point is, even if you feel like you mess up, most problems can be fixed.

Plain text: Daily Reminder #36

It’s okay.

It’s okay to take that bit of exclusion away from the noise if it will help you.

It’s okay to mess up, and to reexamine. To do something only to realize is was problematic later.