When I tweeted this, I had my first breakthrough in a while. I was making up late assignments wondering why I wasn't distraught over no longer having a 4.0. It's because I wasn't crying over spilled milk. I was cleaning it.
Although I could have expressed my regular "shoulda, coulda, woulda's", I didn't. I was just so happy to know that I was getting the job done. Now that it's a new school term, I can do better next time. Will I complete my Master's program with a 4.0? No. Did I have a 4.0 at one point? Yes. That's what I'm grateful for. I was able to achieve something I wasn't able to in undergrad.
Mistakes or not, I'm so proud of myself. I accept myself. I love myself. I take responsibility for my actions and my life without dwelling on the past. I live in the now.
Wanna mop up this milk with me? Here's how:
LIG it. Let it go.
I say this all the time. We have to learn how to let that hurt go. Process that mistake you made at work or school. Replay that conversation you had with your friend or significant other and meditate on it. Realize what you can change. Actively work toward it while realizing it will be ok in the end.
Leave 'Team No Sleep'. Hustlers can get 6-8 hours a night, too. Get as much work done as you can, and leave the rest for the morning. Realizing how much you weren't able to get done at the end of the day will help you re-manage your time. If you're up dwelling on an issue, write it down. Play some soft music, drink some tea, or whatever else helps you relax. The mind can't function without sleep. Bottom line.
Keep a memory bank.
Cleaning up that last spot of milk is rewarding. Reward yourself even more by not backtracking. Remember what mistakes you've made so they never have to be made again. A mistake made once, is just that. The same mistakes made more than once are decisions.
As usual, I'm just trying to let my lessons be someone else's blessings. I have had my share of spilled milk recently, but I'm not complaining. I'm just grateful to have a story to tell.
Thanks for reading!
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