mistake - an error.
mistake - an erroneous belief, at contracting, that certain facts are true. (google search)
what is this fear around making mistakes? i noticed that familiar fear of not wanting to make a mistake today while being trained at the bakery. what if i say something wrong?
for me, the fear comes from the potential reaction the person noticing my mistake might have. the fear of being yelled at. of feeling stupid or like i am incapable of fulfilling a simple task.
and then there was this moment when my trainer showed me how to make a sandwich and i didn't do it exactly right (cuz i was so busy not making a mistake). she pointed it out to me and instead of going into a place of  "she is annoyed with me" or "she thinks i can't do this" or "i will never learn how to do this properly", instead of going there, i just listened. "oh, right, the lettuce needs to face in every direction. cool. i will do that next time." well, to be honest, i did go to that other place but this time i didn't stay there for very long.
what if we looked at mistakes that way? 'cool, this is not how you do it? good to know, thank you.'
it is so easy though to fall in power struggle in those situations where one person knows more about something that the other. what if we all were interested in helping the other to know just as much as we do? no strings attached? cuz really, knowledge was never 'ours' to begin with.
it was nice to see that my trainer wanted me to do things right. i actually like that. i prefer it over the 'well, it doesn't really matter, i don't really care anyway'-mentality. with my trainer, i could sense that there is an effort behind her actions. to do it as good as you can. period.
ps: have you ever driven on country roads at 5:30am? i did this morning. the beauty of solitude and nature's slumber state is breathtaking. i always talk to the trees and the animals before entering a certain area on my way to kitchener. i tell them 'here i come, lovelies. can you wait to cross the street? thank you.' it makes me feel like i am living in the forest with them. like i am a bakery feary delivering bread to the queen... my imagination rolls wide on those early morning car rides.