I’ve made some poor decisions in my life. Some of them were pretty minor in the grand scheme of things and are easily explained (it was the 80’s, and everyone had blonde highlights in their hair, honest !), and some were just bad judgement (and not to be shared). But in every case, I was the one who made the decision.
I made it.
And those poor decisions, just as much as the many good ones, have shaped both who I am and who I want to become. I much prefer to make good decisions (who doesn’t), but at least I know that even the odd poor one can still make me a better person in the future…