Let’s talk about mistakes.
The gut-wrenching, soul-scorching, “WTF was I thinking?” kind.
Yeah—those.
The kind that make you question everything. Your judgment. Your worth. Your sanity. The ones that knock the wind out of you and leave you face-down in the mud.
But here’s the truth no one wants to admit:
Mistakes are sacred.
They’re loud, messy, inconvenient as hell—and sometimes the exact slap from the Universe you needed because you ignored all the whispers.
Let’s be honest—how many times did you feel the nudge before the breakdown? The quiet unease. The little red flags. The gut feelings you shoved down with a glass of wine and a fake smile?
We don’t tend to listen when it’s subtle. We wait for the chaos. We wait for the crash.
We wait for the pain big enough to finally wake us up. And then we beat ourselves up for “failing.”
Girl, what if you stopped calling it a failure—and started seeing it as the turning point?
What if that breakup, job loss, awkward convo, or burnt-out breakdown wasn’t a dead-end…But a divine reroute?
What if your mess-up was a message?
That thing you regret?
That moment you wish you could erase?
That decision that still makes you cringe?
It teaches you something. It gives you fire. It builds your backbone.
Because real confidence doesn’t come from doing everything perfectly. It comes from f*cking up, owning it, and coming back wiser, louder, and more unshakably you.
So if you’ve been dragging around shame for a mistake you made—Here’s your permission to drop the guilt, bless the lesson, and get back in the damn arena.
You’re not broken. You’re being rebuilt. Stronger. Smarter. Sharper. And a hell of a lot harder to knock down.
