Every mistake serves as a lesson. It’s very good to make mistakes because that’s how we progress and learn how not to do things. The problem arises when a person does not want to make a mistake, that is, when he is afraid and feels guilty for what he has done. That guilt doesn’t allow him to do anything again. Then he does nothing just to avoid making a mistake. It’s a sabotage. Negative thoughts, anxiety, depression start. Therefore, don’t be afraid to make mistakes, you’ve always done your best and it’s only natural that we make mistakes. If we take a mistake as a lesson, it means that in this way we want to get out of wrong beliefs. As we make mistakes, we feel that we are bad, miserable, incapable. I didn’t see it as a lesson before, and now my mistake is a very good friend. I like to make mistakes because that’s how I learn and improve. While the anxiety is there, you don’t need one more mistake to sabotage. That sabotage is anxiety.

In order to live life, you have to make mistakes and learn from them. When mistakes in thinking become frequent and take hold, a person begins to feel guilt, anxiety, anger, depression, disappointment. When he feels all these emotions, the person then renounces responsibility for his life because he is doing everything wrong. Making mistakes is not pleasant, but it’s a good thing because that’s how we get out of the shackles of what we’ve learned. The most common mistakes that can make us feel bad and cause us to fall are thinking mistakes. Every person makes them, and in anxiety they are much more frequent due to fear and the inability to function normally. When a man withdraws, with that mindset, he falls even deeper into anxiety. If in anxiety we manage to learn from mistakes, it is actually a great thing that will catapult you out of that bad state. You will no longer be anxious if you recognize these ways of thinking and become aware every time when that moment comes. Therefore, it is important first of all to see what the mistakes are, so that we can influence them.

I started working as a hairdresser, in homes. I made business cards, distributed them in mailboxes. A woman called me and asked if I could do her highlights. It was Sunday and I didn’t have 12% hydrogen. The only pharmacy on duty was working, where they only had concentrated hydrogen. I took it, because I immediately jumped to the conclusion that the concentrated one is the strongest, so it is the same as 12%. I didn’t even read what was written on it. I went to the woman’s place, whip up the blanch, pull out the strands, grease the hair and wrap it in foil to warm it up nicely. I went to the other room to cut her husband’s hair. The woman started screaming after ten minutes, it burned her. I messed up, I didn’t know why it was burning and what happened. For those who don’t know, hair burns with 15% hydrogen, which is not used. The concentrated one I bought was 34%.

I approached the woman; the foil was bouncing on her head. When I opened the foil, the silicone cap was burnt, and the entire upper surface of the head was left bald. The hair melted and stretched like gum. I suggested to her that we should go and wash her hair, and she shouted that she would endure more if necessary to achieve the desired color. She was getting ready for her son’s wedding. I was already not well, and I left her husband with half his hair cut. I washed her hair, hid those hairs. I washed the crown of hair around her head, while the rest was bald and red. I wrapped her head in a towel as she screamed that it hurt, but still nothing broke through. She approached the mirror, took off the towel, and I was buried, suffocating, I wanted to run away but I could not do anything. She started to roar. Damn you! Get lost!” I ran into the room to pick up the machine, unplugged it. I ran out of the house, and her husband and the woman started chasing me. When I turned around at one point, I saw a bald woman and a husband with a half-hair cut. I managed to escape. I went to the pharmacy and attacked the pharmacist because she sold such hydrogen, but in fact she was not guilty of anything. I jumped to a conclusion, which I only realized later.

Because of this mistake, I did not dare to work with colors for a long time. However, later as I progressed and became a member of L’Oréal, I was very good at colors. The point is, it’s perfectly fine to feel bad about making a mistake, but that mistake is solely for your growth…

Make a list, identify them and change them, i.e. draw lessons


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