How Being Wrong Can Be Oh So Right

jennifer hulley food photographer wellness blogger hamilton ontario

Two facts:

1) We are always wrong (even if we like to think we aren't)

2) Life will throw you curve balls

It's funny how we like to think we are right, and how we can talk ourselves into we believing that we are right when in fact the actual truth of the scenario is that we are wrong. Yup, WRONG. We are in a continually and constant cycle of being wrong about something (so, wait, does that mean I am wrong about this? Probably so....keep reading). 

As part of my Year of Yes  I have been diving headfirst into a lot of self help reflective type books. So much so that I could probably rewrite this year and call it "the year I had ALL of the self help). Maybe it was my 35th birthday looming in the distance? The fact that I had been through a rough year professionally? Who knows. 

At this point, as I write this draft (February 2017) one of my favourite book  has been "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck" by Mark Manson In it he talks about how life is a continual process of being wrong about things while moving slowly towards a position of being a little bit less wrong. From his perspective, we are never actually "right" about anything but instead we are actively engaged in a process of  moving forward towards a position of being less wrong than our current status.  

I've definitely been wrong about a lot of things over my life, especially when it comes to knowing what I "want" and what will make me happy. Allow me to take you on a journey into my past and bring you to a point of which, is not an example of my finest behaviour. 

I was in the principal's office (as a teacher, not a student) and was throwing what can only be described as a complete and utter emotional meltdown. Tears, screaming, profanities abound and I am pretty sure I was close to or engaged in some serious hyperventilating. 

So why exactly was I completely losing my shit? It's a long and complicated story that doesn't need to be told in depth but the short version of it is that I had (wrongly) decided that I would be happier teaching mainstream education (instead of the developmental disabilities program I had been in for several years).  I had also (wrongly) been led to believe that my move into this department was permanent and aiding the progression of my career. Well it wasn't. 6 weeks in I was having a great time when I was told that in a few days time I would be sent back to my former department, a thought that (wrongly) terrified, and overwhelmed me. I felt as though I had been deceived, manipulated, and was paralyzingly crushed by the thought that my dream, my goals and my "requirements" to create happiness (again: WRONG) were being discarded and thrown away. 

At the end of this conversation I had reached complete lunatic emotional meltdown status and I was allowed to go home. (So yes, in this instance I was called down to the principal's office and sent home).  

Reset, recharged and refreshed over the weekend I came back to work. And I hit the ground running. 

Mark talks of the idea how we can not choose the cards we are dealt in our life but the chances of "winning" are really based on how you play your cards. He likens life to a poker game stating how the winner is not always the person who is dealt the best hand, and that we have a responsibility to look at what we have and actively make choices and take action.  

In my scenario the result of this experience lead to what I now refer to as one of my greatest accomplishment in my life thus far. FOR REAL.  

From the ground up with no time to plan or prep or consider options I built a multidisciplinary food technology program that combined life skills, hospitality, business sales nutrition and creative arts skills for students with developmental disabilities and/or autism. Together we learned about food preparation, baking, cooking, budgeting, money skills, social media and other creative tools to create and share our world, and on top of all of that we had fun. The students learned, I learned. One even went to college. I cried. And then I left. 

I LEFT (WRONG). But more to come on that later...stay tuned for part 2. And 3. And 4. get the idea.