I make many mistakes. I can’t think of any right now. Oh yeah, I messed up on confirming some dates so I caused a tiny fooforall (is this a word? because if it’s not then there’s a fresh mistake for you to consume) with work and a client.
Oh, look at me. Saying words like “clients.” I’m so grown up. Maybe I’ll start wearing grown up pants rather than the ones I’ve worn for the last 10 years. This is no lie. And possibly a mistake.