Stephanie Colpron is our host for the Tale Weaver prompt. You can find out more here
This week she says
sometimes we make mistakes that turn out to be dire, or that we can’t undo.
How do you handle that? How do you come back from it?
So this week, I’d like to invite you to write a tale about mistakes and how you grew/learn from them even though it felt like something insurmountable. A true experience or a fictional story.
Oh my. I’ve made some dafties in my time!
I was engaged in 1974 and found out he was an alcoholic so we split up after three months.
I got married in 1977 and it was definitely to the wrong guy. We separated after 3 years and got our divorce the month before our 4th anniversary.
I left my job and moved away from my home town to live with a guy and his two kids in 1981. Turned out to be a mistake and I stayed years longer than I should, but it wasn’t all bad. I learned an awful lot about Me, got a lot of satisfaction from fostering teenagers who needed support and stability, and left the relationship liking myself more than I ever had.
Best mistake though was when Hubby and I went to Hamburg for New Year in 1992.
The ferry was running late so we ended up playing cards in the terminal port. The ship couldn’t dock where it was supposed to due to bad weather so a coach was laid on. I ended up perched on 2 inches of seat next to the fattest man I have ever come across and was glad to get to our hotel.
It was bitterly cold, minus 5, and there’s a picture of me somewhere standing by a barometer to prove it. I was toasty warm from my head to my bum and from mid calf to my toes, but the bits in between froze if I didn’t keep moving so I was doing a little jig at road crossings because I had stupidly only packed leggings, not thick trousers or jeans!
My legs resembled corned beef when we got back to the hotel and I had to have a hot bath to get the circulation going.
You’re probably wondering why this was a ‘best mistake’ ?
That was because of breakfast.
We had three nights in the hotel and a full breakfast was included. The first morning, I picked up my cereal and a little jug thinking it was milk. It wasn’t, it was full cream and absolutely lovely on my cornflakes so I made the same mistake every morning! We had plenty to eat, but it wasn’t until the last morning that we found the ‘full English’ bacon, sausage, eggs and all the trimmings that we had missed the other two mornings. We made up for it though!!