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Something happened today
There I was, coming out of a painful experience built around the idea that I had become unreliable, and the next little piece of reality handed me a routine delivery that went well because I did exactly what I had been learning to do: communicate early, solve the actual problem, stay engaged. The Uber order did not erase Walmart. It was not the universe issuing a verdict in my favor. It was simply fresh evidence. This is also you. You can make a mistake and then perform competently. You can be rejected in one system and useful in another. You can learn.
I thought about how often we encounter something beautiful that has obviously arrived through an untidy process. Nature is full of variation, repairs, compromises, and forms that look wonderfully improbable when viewed closely. I wasn’t claiming that nature was trying to teach me anything. I was noticing what happened when I allowed the image of a stumbling world to soften my expectations.
I could see how easy it was to merge an organization with the person standing in front of me. The rule has a human voice, so my frustration naturally travels toward the voice. Yet the employee may have limited authority and a full day of other problems. I didn't want the ease of having a target to replace the harder work of understanding where the actual decision had been made.
What interested me was that I could remain firm about an issue while being fair to the person handling it. Separating people from systems gave me more ways to respond, not fewer. I might need to ask a harder question, escalate the matter, or accept an answer I disliked. But I didn't have to turn the immediate human encounter into a contest of who could sound more offended.
When a rule arrives through another person's voice, it is tempting to make that person the rule. They become the face of the disappointment. Yet the employee may not have written the policy, and they may have very little power to change it. I wanted to keep that distinction visible even when I was frustrated.
It didn't mean I should become passive. I could ask who had authority, what process existed for review, and how to explain the circumstances clearly. The person standing in front of me remained a person while the problem remained a problem. That felt like a more useful way to proceed.
I was noticing that the phrase ‘I made a mistake’ could quietly turn into ‘I am a mistake.’ The two sentences seem almost related when shame is doing the talking, but they describe completely different things. One concerns an action I can examine and perhaps repair. The other threatens to swallow the person who acted.
It helped to imagine reality itself as something that sometimes lurches, corrects, and continues. That wasn’t scientific theory; it was a permission slip to remain human. Learning from a mistake required me to stay present enough to see what had happened, not disappear beneath a verdict about myself. I was still responsible. I was simply no longer asking responsibility to do the work of humiliation.
If I could appreciate an imperfect landscape without measuring it against an imagined flawless one, perhaps I could be a little more patient with the unfinished parts of myself. That didn’t erase responsibility. There were still mistakes to correct and things I wished were different. But improvement didn’t have to begin with contempt for the thing being improved. The image gave me permission to approach imperfection with interest rather than immediate accusation.
The story does not have to stop at the worst frame. That became one of the most healing lessons from the whole episode. The bad experience did not get the last word. I did. Not by denying what happened. By deciding what I would do with what happened. Later, talking with a DoorDash support supervisor, the lesson deepened. The supervisor was trying to help within a system that had limits. I could feel my frustration with the system, but I could also see the human being on the other end of the conversation.
Those are easy to merge. The company is frustrating me, therefore the person representing the company becomes the target. I did not want to do that. I made a point of separating his effort from the system’s limitations. And then the irony landed. That was exactly what I had wished Walmart had done for me. Separate the human being from the mistake. I had experienced what it felt like when that separation failed, and then I found myself deliberately making the separation for somebody else. I remember thinking, Well, damned if I do, damned if I don’t. If Walmart had handled everything beautifully, I might never have learned this so sharply.
But even there, another correction mattered. The learning did not justify the harm. Something poorly handled does not become good because I extracted something valuable from it. That sentence protected me from a very seductive kind of gratitude. I do not need to thank the wound for teaching me anatomy. I can simply learn anatomy. The harm and the learning are separate truths. Walmart could have handled me better. And I became better at seeing the person inside a system. Both. That is not cosmic justice. It is what I did next.
