Love Your Mistakes
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Love Your MistakesA miracle happens in Morocco.
Several years ago I decided to take my husband, Patrick, and our two daughters on a trip to Morocco for spring break. I asked my brand-new and somewhat inexperienced assistant to book our hotel reservations. Boarding our flight, I assumed that everything was in place for our arrival. Imagine my surprise when we finally arrived at our hotel in Fez at three in the morning, after 22 long hours of travel, only to be told there was no reservation for us, and furthermore, no room at the inn—not there or anywhere in Fez because it was spring break and virtually all of Europe had just arrived.
Standing there with my exhausted family in this strange, exotic, and highly intimidating place in the middle of the night with no place to go, I begged the hotel clerk to please look again for our reservation.
He was reluctant to comply and seemed frustrated by my insistence as he typed away on his computer for several minutes when he finally found our reservation—only it was for the following year! We all burst into tears, except my husband, who whispered some choice curse words under his breath instead.
If ever there was a time not to fall into the undertow of victimhood, this was it. What can I do to get back in the flow and in a hotel room, too? I prayed, asking my Higher Self with all my heart. Walking away from my highly emotional family for a moment, I got very quiet. Suddenly the answer came: Send the situation all the love you can summon, and go back and ask for help.
It was a challenge to summon the energy of love when feeling so ashamed, and so responsible for the problem. I had never double-checked the reservation. I never asked for an e-mail confirmation. I had never even looked over the itinerary. I handed it off to my new assistant and assumed all was set. Looking at my anxious daughters and exasperated husband, it was very challenging not to collapse into self-loathing and guilt for putting them into such a terrible predicament. Or worse, I could have gotten defensive and lashed out at the hotel clerk, my husband, or the kids as a way of deflecting the fact that I had, indeed, not been thorough and attentive; and because of that, put us all in this terrible pickle.
Again, my Higher Self clearly suggested that I summon all the love in my heart and call upon that love for help. So I did.
I took a deep breath and walked back to the hotel clerk. Opening the portal of love in my heart as I approached, I sent him, the hotel, myself, and yes, even my assistant at home, love and acceptance of the situation. Forcing myself to breathe and relax, I asked the wary clerk once more if he would help me.
“I really made a mistake on this reservation,” I explained. “I put my family and myself in quite a predicament because of it, and I would very much love it if you could try to help me correct it and get us to a room, at least for the night.”
He shook his head in doubt. “It is unlikely,” he said, “as I explained before.”
Refusing to succumb to the bleak outlook he was painting, I said, “I realize all this is true, yet I’d so love a solution, even if it is a miracle.” He laughed when I said that and replied, “Yes, a miracle is what it would take,” as he tapped away at his computer, looking for openings at other hotels in the area. Continuing to send the clerk love, while ignoring the strong wave of irritation and annoyance coming toward me from him, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone.
“Excuse me,” the clerk said picking up the phone.
He chatted for several minutes in Arabic, hung up the phone, and shaking his head in disbelief, said, “A reservation for a suite for the same number of days you want just cancelled. Your family can have this room.”
Turning around to my grim-faced crew I smiled and said, “We are going to our room. Allah called and opened up a room for us.” I laughed, flashing the key and reentering the flow.
Let’s face it, we all make mistakes; we mess up, we drop the ball, we hand things off and fail to make certain they’re done properly. We overlook responsibilities, miss deadlines, drop calls, lose keys, lose our minds, and open the door again and again for all kinds of miseries to descend upon both us and our fellow travelers. At times, although we have good intentions, whether through carelessness, lack of awareness, impatience, or just plain irresponsibility, we fail miserably. We leave the flow and end up in the badlands of our own foolish errors, with no escape in sight.
Guilt trips are boarded anytime we fail to be perfect according to our ego’s standards. We climb aboard when we punish ourselves for not living up to our, or another person’s, expectations. Only when we accept and forgive all that is or has been the good, the bad, and the ugly of our human lives can we get off the guilt trip and back into the flow. That means we must love our humanness and all of our failings; we must accept, learn from, and yes, even love our mistakes.