My favorite yoga teacher has a beautiful way of responding any time she flubs a cue in class.
Yes, she flubs. She gets her own groceries, too. (Yoga Teachers: They’re Just Like Us!)
She says “my best,” at times (and with a similar tone) that I might say, “my bad.”
And I love this.
Because why reinforce a mistake as something inherently bad when we know they’re bound to happen? Why attach so much judgment to something as integral and inevitable as one’s learning process?