I’m overjoyed to share that I received the first print copy of my book “More Than Enough” today! I was beyond excited. But as I opened the book, I burst into laughter… There were no page numbers!

Now, if you knew me in the past, you’d know, I was a perfectionist. I couldn’t stand even the tiniest mistake. But today, something was different. I wasn’t upset. I didn’t beat myself up. I didn’t spiral into “What will people think?” Instead, I smiled.

Yes, I forgot to add page numbers. I acknowledge that. But beyond that oversight, I know the intention behind this book. I know the heart I’ve poured into it. And that, to me, matters far more than numbered pages. I’m proud of myself, for writing and publishing a book in just a month. That in itself is a miracle. The way I responded to this “mistake” is a testament to the deep transformation within me. I no longer seek approval from others. I approve of myself. I forgive myself.

So, dear readers, if you receive a copy without page numbers, please bear with me. I’ve tried to rectify it, but either way, I promise you won’t miss a single bit of the content. Think of it as a little memory exercise: “Where did I leave off last time?”

And to all the beautiful souls reading this, It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s often not the mistake itself that hurts us, but the fear of being judged. Let go of that fear. Let go of the need to be perfect.

Mistakes are not failures, they are signs that you’re alive, learning, and evolving. They are proof that you’re in action. Mistakes are not setbacks, they are stepping stones. Each one shapes us, softens us, and nudges us closer to who we are becoming.

Today, my mistake taught me grace, acceptance, and pride in progress over perfection.

What are your mistakes teaching you?