Thursday, June 14, 2012

You Live Inside the Mistake

A recent episode of This American Life opened with a conversation with Ryan Knighton, a Canadian writer who is also blind. The interview focused on one of Knighton's most disorienting experiences as a blind person: while staying in a hotel, he mis-imagined the layout of his room so thoroughly that despite tracing every wall repeatedly, he couldn't find his way back to the bed. He fumbled around the room until he discovered his mistake, a wall he had missed and failed to incorporate into his mental map, and eventually made it back to the bed. He described the situation incredibly succinctly: "You get a picture in your mind, and if you get it wrong you just live inside the mistake."

The last bit of that sentence struck me: " just live inside the mistake." It wasn't what Knighton meant by those words that caught my interest, but what they evoked in me. I immediately imagined what it would be like to live one's life inside a mistake: an intense feeling of stuckness, unable to navigate your way out of a situation. I reflected back on my own mistakes, and my marriage in particular. It was almost claustrophobic at the end; it felt oppressive, weighing me down and sapping my spirit. The idea of living inside that mistake for the rest of my life was almost unbearable.

Like Knighton, I groped around for a while, trying to find my bearings and reorient myself. Finally, I found what I imagined to be my escape and got a divorce. I immediately felt freer and congratulated myself on my triumph, but it was only later that I realized the truth: there is no escaping the mistake. Ever. Instead, it's always there, every day, shaping my life and informing my actions and decisions. I will live inside the mistake for the rest of my life.

What the mistake doesn't do anymore is constrain me. Like every other part of my life - all the mistakes, as well as the accomplishments and other experiences - it shapes me, but I also shape it. At first its walls felt rigid and limiting, and I bumped up against them constantly. Slowly they began to give way, and as I grew and pressed against them they took my shape more and more often. It became a give and take, and my focus shifted from living inside the mistake to truly living inside the mistake. Instead of letting it limit me, I decided to live the best life I could inside it, and I discovered a funny thing: my life inside the mistake is better than it ever was before it.

Mistakes are an inevitable part of life, and if we're lucky we avoid the truly catastrophic ones. But the idea of escaping any of the mistakes we make, big or small, is illusory. The best we can do is hope to grow into them, learn from them, and eventually, define them as much as they define us. And hopefully, when we're not looking, we'll realize that while we can never truly escape our mistakes, we wouldn't want it any other way.


Amy in Austin said...

A great post, with perfect timing. I'm proud of my mistakes (no matter how difficult some turned out to be), and even more proud of how they have shaped me. Wonderful, perfect post. Thank you for this.

Ms. Press said...

Oh, Erin, this is so well said. I love the distinction you make between "living *inside*" and "*living* inside." It's a distinction and a goal I would do well to keep in mind.

Becky Sain said...

Love this Erin.
I have lived inside one mistake in particular for a couple of years.
It did bog me down, smothering me actually. Until I realized I am so much more and bigger and better than any mistake I made.
I read a quote on twitter today, something like -- "when you fail at something, hope is what tells you to try again". And again and again sometimes.
I think, you're right, our mistakes shape us and (if we're lucky) improve us.
Here's to never giving up on hope.

j said...

I love this: my life inside the mistake is better than it ever was before it.

I hadn't thought about it before but we are changed by our mistakes, so the life we build inside them can be very evolved and different and not limited by the mistake itself.

I saw that TAL live. Except not really, because I'm in California. So I saw it the same night as everyone else, but many hours later. Which I tried not to think about because the west coast lag thing really pisses me off.

Teresa Halminton said...

Thank you for sharing the post. Until we found out that's a mistake, we won't know.
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