Admitting I am wrong is one of my least favorite things to do. And then apologizing on top of that is insult to injury!
But it is one of the most healing things I can do in any of my relationships.
So I work on it.
I practice saying, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” in little ways so that if/when something big happens and I have to admit that I was majorly wrong and ask for forgiveness, it doesn’t feel like an attack to my core being.
We are taught to always be right and aren’t given many options on how to handle when we are wrong. Sadly, disingenuous apologies, lack of personal responsibility and discarding relationships seem to be more normal reactions than having heart-to-hearts. But it is never too late.
Let’s start small and have those tough conversations because they are worth it.
I write everyday because it allows me to voice what is at the surface. Once that is out of my head, I can dig in another layer deeper. My daily writing practice has been my greatest exploration of self and humanity. Sign up here to receive these thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.