They were mistakes, no doubt.
They hadn't been easy lessons. Some of them had hurt deeply in the learning. Sometimes they had hurt her. Sometimes they had hurt other people. They weren't lessons that had come without a price. Some prices, she was happy to pay. Some prices, and mostly the ones for which she wasn't the one who had to pay, she wished she had somehow made other choices. But yet, in the end, they were prices that had been paid, choices that had been made, and there was no going back and choosing other things. There was no going back and paying other prices.
So she looked back and she simply found herself grateful for the lessons. She was grateful for the wisdom. She was grateful for the opportunities to grow and change and become something else.
And yes, she was grateful for the mistakes. Hard mistakes, but beautiful mistakes.
For they made it possible to be who she was today. And who she was... well, that was beautiful, too.