How to Keep Moving After Mistakes

I made a BIG mistake.

The truck was so gigantic, it wouldn’t fit down my driveway.  Which posed a massive issue since the destination I needed to get the goods it was carrying was at the very end of it.  

The day prior, I had decided it would be a terrific idea to contact a firewood delivery service and have enough firewood delivered to last me through the rest of the winter.  I absolutely love sitting by the fire in the cold, New York winter months, so I knew it would be a worthwhile investment for my self-care.

I also knew I would save a ton of money, since each time I purchased a firewood bundle at my local hardware store it was setting me back six dollars and I had to use one, sometimes two, on average a day to keep the fire going.  So overall, it was a very wise decision on my part.

That was until I watched the worker open up his titanic sized truck, and dump the equivalent of a half a cord of wood right in the middle of the entry of my driveway.

Then the worker climbed back in his truck and took off, leaving me to deal face to face with my really bad awful decision by myself.

“How in the hell am I going to move all of this?”  I thought to myself. I was literally frozen. What I really wanted to do was just go inside, get out of the cold, and deal with it later.  However, I knew if I did that, this stupid Mount Everest pile of wood would still be staring me in the face the next time I came outside.

I also knew my neighbors would notice, and most likely complain.  So I was going to have to do something about it, I just didn’t know what.  

The first idea I had was to just move what I could to my rack at the end of the driveway, and then post a notice to the Facebook community group the rest was free to whoever took it.  I seriously considered it for a moment. The plus side would be I’d still have a full rack of wood, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the rest of the mess. The downside was there was a chance no one would want it, and I’d still have to deal with it.  Also if I gave half of it away, I’d probably net out to it being about the same cost as I was paying getting individual bundles locally.

So I knew in that moment I was just going to have to suck it up, and move it myself.  

But I still couldn’t move.  The pile was literally taller than I was.  Where do I even start? It was going to take me hours.  

I knew I had to do what I tell all of my clients when working through their own problems, I was just going to have to take the first step and see where it takes me.  

So I ran inside and grabbed some headphones and my cell phone.  Then I put on a good podcast I had been wanting to listen to but didn’t have time for and got to work.

Instead of focusing on the mountain, I focused on the individual trees (pun totally intended).

I’d only set my attention on the few pieces I was able to carry myself and allowed myself to go into the zone, listening to the podcast and just repeating the process.  Back and forth, back and forth.

Before I knew it, 30 minutes had flown by and I was already down to about half the pile.  I grossly overestimated how much wood my rack holds when I ordered this delivery. My rack was full now, so I was going to be forced to stack the rest in my garage.  

After opening my garage door, I noticed something I had long forgotten, sparkling in the light like a gift from above, which it was.  It was my broken jogging stroller. The backrest broke on it some time ago and would only lie flat, making it perfect for transporting firewood endlessly back and forth down my driveway.

I had gotten this stroller as a hand me down from a friend years ago, and it never worked correctly.  At this moment, I felt it entered my life and sat collecting dust in my garage to save me from this very mistake.  So I put it to work.

Long story short, it only took me another ten trips or so with the stroller and I had the whole pile of firewood stored and organized.  It took me about an hour and a half to do it myself.

When it was done, I was so incredibly proud of myself.  Not only had I moved a mountain on my own, I had taken what I felt was a mistake on my part and turned it into something I could still work with.

As I tell you this story right now, I’m typing away under a fuzzy blanket on my sofa with a fire blazing in the middle of the afternoon.  Was my mistake worth it? Completely!! Would I do it again? Hell no. Next time I’ll take a smaller firewood order and pay the extra money to have them stack it for me.  

But I won’t need to worry about making that mistake again anytime soon.  I have enough firewood now to last me all this winter as well as the next, along with some summer outdoor fire pit use.  

Considering how happy sitting by a fire makes me, it was worth every penny.  No regrets.

What was the last mistake you made that you later learned from?  Leave a comment below.

5 thoughts on “How to Keep Moving After Mistakes

  1. Sunita says:

    I have lied to my husband several times for my children,is that bad.
    The reason I lied because he would never understand us,he is a control freak. I can’t allow my kids on anything. He said they should ask his permission for everything and I as a mother don’t have that right to allow them to go out or hang out with friends. He said it’s not necessary.
    What is your opinion on this.
    Thanks

    • Corrie LoGiudice says:

      Hello Sunita. While I can not provide advice or an opinion on your situation, I’d like to encourage you to do what you feel is right. How does the lying make you feel? Do you feel it’s protecting your children, or guilty that you aren’t communicating your wishes with your husband due to how he may potentially take it? Getting very clear on how you feel about the situation will provide you with the insight necessary to take the next steps to help solve your situation.

    • Corrie LoGiudice says:

      I do not condone lying, but in instances where someone’s safety (or their children’s) may be in jeopardy, it is sometimes necessary until an alternative solution can be found and they can be taken out of harm’s way. Otherwise, I always believe honesty is the best course of action.

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