On Processing Mistakes Healthily: 3, 2, 1

A partial repost, because I’d forgotten about this paradigm I spontaneously invented a couple of years ago until Saturday just past, when I managed to – such fun – lock myself out of my house. Harrumph. $160 for a locksmith is NOT how I wanted to spend money right now, thanks very much. I could have just bunked at my sister’s for the night, and waited until my husband got back from out of town on Sunday evening – but I had cakes I desperately needed to get baked, and marking hard-deadline-due...