You Can't Make a Mistake

I was sanding a bowl I had made in my pottery class, preparing it to be bisqued. A chunk of the side came off in my hand, and I was heading towards the trash with it when the instructor stopped me. “What are you doing with that?”

“I’m throwing it away,” I responded. “I broke it.”

“No, no,” he said. “That opening is a perfect big spoon rest for when you’re cooking. See? The handle goes right here,” and he pointed to the hole I had made. “In here there are no mistakes.”

You write it: What would you do if you knew you couldn’t make a mistake?