It should go without saying that nobody is perfect, yet we are still incredible in our own individual ways, faults and all. But sometimes we go through events or make mistakes that remind us of just how imperfect we can be and the past few days have been that reminder for me. Within the past week I have taken falls physically, mentally and emotionally. If you look at me, it’s obvious to see that I must have had a messy and painful fall. I’ve been asked about it so many times already that I’ve perfected my recitation of how these scrapes found their home on my face. But looking at my face wouldn’t tell you about the other falls I’ve taken this week.

The worst part of a fall isn’t the moment of impact, but the time that follows. In the moment, we are sometimes numbed by the sheer shock of it but afterwards, the time that you spend coming to terms with what’s happened is when you start to feel the full effect. I think realizing and accepting what has happened is a pivotal part to our moving on from our mistakes. We might not want to accept whats happened to us, especially if it wasn’t our intention, but the only way to heal a wound is to asses the damage (thanks, "Grey’s Anatomy.") After we find a way to mend our mistake, we then have to find a way to continue on with our lives and the most difficult part of this is can be having to forgive ourselves and sharing our mistake with others.