I am frequently wrong, and that is fine with me. I learn from the times I am incorrect and can avoid making the same mistake in the future.
If I am afraid of being wrong, I am afraid of trying. When I am afraid of trying, my life suffers in many ways. I feel less powerful when I am afraid to try. I rob the world of my gifts when I fail to put forth my best effort.
Perfection is the enemy of progress. When I want to avoid being wrong, I am preventing progress from happening in my life.
I want my life to grow, expand, and blossom. The need to be perfect is like pulling the emergency brake on my life. I am okay with the prospect of being wrong. I accept it and move on.
I have been incorrect many times, and I always survive the experience. I have overcome many mistakes and embarrassments. I am still here.
I am comfortable with failure, making mistakes, and being wrong. I accept these things as part of the human experience. I am comfortable with others seeing me be wrong. I am still loved.
Today, I am free from concern about being perfect. I allow myself to be wrong and make mistakes. I am okay with being wrong.
1. When was the last time I was wrong publicly? What damage was done by that?
2. How many times am I wrong each day? Does it matter?
3. What do I think will happen if I am wrong and others know about it?