So Many I Can't Even CountI have made so many mistakes in my life. It is never ending really. I get to the point where I don't know whether I can even trust my own instinct.
But, blindly I move forward, taking with me what possible lessons I can and hope that the next time it is not a mistake. I suppose if my life ends up filled completely with mistakes, I will be a wise old woman and some youthful person will take heed my warnings.
I could write a big long entry here about all the mistakes I have made but I'm keeping them private. One thing I have learned recently, is that there are some things just shared between you and someone you know you can really trust. As it stands, writing and reliving my mistakes does not bring my mind into a better place. My mind has been sitting in a dark corner for too long... having endured sufficient punishment for mistakes and god knows what else.
No, I need not dwell on my mistakes. The past is in the past. It only repeats by bringing it into the present. Take lessons learned and try again. Oh how I'm weary of trying again, but I must.