I’ve said sorry more times than I care to admit. I’ve apologized for so many things.
I’ve apologized …
- For stuff I’ve actually done
- Crap I thought about doing
- Things I wanted to do
- For things I worried I might do
- For things I’ve never even done
- For my existence
Women are raised to apologize and be “good” all the time. Couple that with some insecurities and, bam, you’ve got a walking, talking apology machine.
But each day, week, month, and year, I get a bit stronger and a bit more sure of myself. And I’m tired of saying “sorry,” “my apologies,” “I didn’t mean to,” and a whole bunch of other phrases that all make me put my metaphorical tail between my legs.