Lightening up about mistakes

Tonight, for some unknown reason, I suddenly thought of a beauty product I tried a few weeks before my wedding in 2002… Epil-Stop.

Please see below for happy customers.

Like most brides, I wanted to feel and be as lovely as I possibly could.

The first area I applied my new beauty product was on my face. You know, to remove the mustache I didn’t have.

Applying Epil-Stop was a breeze. I even enjoyed the tingly sensation for a few precious moments. Then, it started to hurt and burn and…bleed from each pore.

bloody mustache
Reenactment of the Epil-Stop inaugural application

So, I ended up with a Georges Seurat-like, blood-stache.

I renamed Epil-Stop to Epil-


I’m telling you this story because believe it or not, several days after the Mustache Massacre of 2002, as my blood-stache evolved into a scabby-stache, I decided to give Epil-Stop!!! another try. This time, I applied a small portion on my leg.

As you can imagine, I had the same reaction I’d experienced several days before. Luckily, it was only on my leg.

I learned from my mistake that day and I bid farewell to Epil-Stop!!!

So, as these thoughts popped into my brain at tonight’s dinner, I started planning for menopause and how I might prepare for my impending beard growth.

You’ll be pleased to learn that I will not consider revisiting my past disastrous depilatory decisions.

I have new adventures to experience and mistakes to make. Perhaps, I’ll just accept my schvitzy menopausal self exactly as I am. Maybe I won’t even grow a beard at all. Plus, if I do, I can just be a hipster.

By the way, there has been no confirmation from any medical professional that I am in menopause.

Tonight I pondered why human beings make some mistakes over and over again. Lucky for me, the Epil-Stop!!! experience was brief and by the time I got married, my face was fully healed.

I guess it takes what it takes to learn from our mistakes. As adults, we have the responsibility of working hard to correct our children’s behaviors when they make mistakes. We sometimes get frustrated when we observe our kids aren’t learning from them. I know I experience this as a parent. So, I guide the very best I can and leave the rest for my kids to navigate. This seems to be going okay. My kids appear to be much quicker to learn than I ever was.

At 52 years of age, I’m getting a bit better at learning from my mistakes. I am also more accepting of my own mistakes AND of other people’s mistakes. I think this is as important for my kids to witness and learn from than just about anything.

So, this perfectly imperfect woman is going to leave you with a prayer for patience with yourself and the mistakes you’ve made and have yet to make. You are human, after all.

Plus, you are loved, with or without unwanted facial hair. If you don’t believe you are loved or lovable, I invite you to consider your mistake.

Author: PKW

Writer, Speaker, Facilitator, Trainer, Fundraiser, Strategist, Listener, and Lover of Humans. My love for humans and relationship building are a part of every single thing I do, except for maybe using the bathroom.

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