It’s another potpourri week. That means ruminative vignettes from me. Here goes:
Every so often I have an “Aha!” moment. I used to call it a “revelation,” but I think it’s less about something having been revealed to me and more about me — finally, maybe — understanding it.
So every so often I get an understanding. I got one recently, and here it is: Sometimes, friends, we do not get second chances. You either get it right the first time or you do not. No mulligans, which is a term for the “do-over” my mom taught me when I was a teenage golfer.
And many thanks for mulligans, right? I mean every night when I put my head on the pillow, I come up with a list of mistakes I need to correct, attitudes I need to improve, whatever. I ask for forgiveness, make amends as able, and move on.
That’s being a human; that’s life.
And to date, I’ve woken up every morning with yet one more opportunity to get it right — or, at least, get it better. I’ve gotten thousands of mulligans, I know. If you’re reading this, so have you.
So, much of life, truly, is about having yet one more opportunity to grow, to learn. We crawl, then walk, then run. We fall, get up, fall, get up. I understand that and, like everyone else, would be long gone without mulligans.
But, in some ways, it seems we’ve grown to expect these next chances. We’re angry when we get a speeding ticket rather than a warning — even if we broke the law. We tank a test and cry out for scaled grades or dropped scores or another chance to take it. (Um, I know nothing about that.)