I'm in the process of editing my book, poring through each story like I'm looking for gold. The gold that I'm looking for are the mistakes. Areas of the plots and characters that aren't quite right; some that are just plain wrong.
Unfortunately for the story, and because I'm human, there are quite a few. But they're not all that bad. Some of them actually help me to understand the characters or the story better. What emerges is an even better version.
I'm impulsive by nature. Moving to Austin right after getting married was on a complete whim. No job, nowhere really to go and nothing to do. We found an apartment the day we moved into town, our truck piled high with boxes and crates, topped off with a queen sized mattress hovering about four inches above the entire show.
We didn't realize until we left that our first six months in Austin were spent in one of the particularly colorful areas of town. Only after we left the area did we start to understand how dangerous of a situation we were in.
But, even though Austin wasn't home, even though we didn't feel wholly like ourselves while we were down there, we still agree that it was a good decision.
Was Austin a mistake? Yes and no. There were days when it was hard to be there. It wasn't the experience we thought it would be. But we "grew up" there. We left knowing, even more fully, where we stand, what we believe, and who we are.
The thing about a mistake is that, if it is dealt with properly, we emerge better versions of ourselves. Better than we ever thought possible.