I’m sorry, yo. For a lot of little and not-so-little things.
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I’m sorry for all the times I thought I knew better; I’m sorry for not realizing the limitations of my own world view.
I’m sorry for making To-Do Lists while you gave instructions I later needed.
I’m sorry for snapping when you asked a question I already answered.
I’m sorry for oversleeping; for rolling my eyes; for perhaps choosing words that are triggering.
I’m sorry for acting like I’ve never missed a Stop Sign, or needed an Attitude Adjustment, or forgot a friend’s Birthday.
I’m sorry for getting so caught up in work I forgot to have fun.
I’m sorry for being too lazy to move.
I’m sorry for not being more patient, more compromising, more of a Team Player.
I’m sorry for all the time I wasted, on trying to make people into people they’re not.
I’m sorry for being so weird about washing my face; for falling asleep during like every movie; for getting so angry at the state of the world that it bloody-well ruins the whole afternoon.
I am sorry, Dear Reader, for every fuck-up I’ve dealt along the line.
Because I have.
And because I will.
And because I’m a human being who has the best of intentions, and who sometimes just can’t get it right.
I love you.
I accept you.
And we’re gonna keep-on keeping-on, love.
In imperfect solidarity,
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Why is it so hard for us adults to admit our mistakes? Why is it so hard to truly accept an apology? When do we forget the Just-Say-You’re-Sorry-And-Move-On mantra of our childhood?
See you in the comments, friends. 🕊
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