A Perfect Mistake

A Perfect Mistake

I find errors for a living. A misplaced comma here, an incorrectly used colon there—it’s my job as an editor to make sure the text you’re reading is grammatically and stylistically correct.

I love this type of work, until I catch myself getting ready to take the red pen to a birthday card I received from my 5-year-old niece (that “your/you’re” rule can be tricky).  Greeting cards, billboards, grocery store tags, you name it—I can’t seem to read anything anymore without my editor eyeglasses on.

It seems a lot of us own a similar pair of glasses. My sister, a high school math teacher, loves pointing out mistakes with numbers. And in the midst of election season, people are more than ready to pick apart every single sentence that is spoken by the candidates.

But when do these glasses actually start to blur our vision rather than clear it up? I, for one, find myself all too often “editing” other people, places, and things. Rather than hunting for the errors, why not put all that effort into searching for the good?

When we do, it’s easy to see that beauty abounds. That birthday card from my niece? It was one of the best presents I have ever received. And my misspelled name and the colored-outside-the-lines hearts just added to its splendor.

We should all be so lucky to receive such perfect mistakes.


Featured photo: PhotoXpress/Iosif Szasz-Fabian


About the Author

Rachel Zawila is an assistant editor of St. Anthony Messenger magazine. With previous journalism experience in the spa and wine industries, she is skilled in the art of relaxation. An avid traveler, she enjoys meeting new people around the globe, hoping one day to find someone who can pronounce her last name correctly on the first try.
  • http://twitter.com/DcnRonPirau Deacon Ron Pirau

    Thanks for reminder to see the good in people, even when we think it’s not good through our own lens. It’s so easy to pick apart something to find flaws. It seems harder to find the good, unless we see through the eye’s of God.