The Magic of Making Mistakes

Getting red marks in the school of life can mean you're setting yourself up for becoming an A+ person.

I must have had the perfectionist gene hiding somewhere in my DNA from the time I was born. As a kid, I tore pages out of my notebook if my doodle wasn't up to par, or abandoned entire coloring books if my crayon went out of the line just once. When I accidentally wrecked my newest Barbie's hair in an attempt to twist it into a French bun, my eight-year-old self managed to manipulate my dad into sneaking off to the toy store and buy me the exact same doll again (with knot-free hair) without my mom knowing—she would have lost it if she ever found out.

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