Aren’t you tired of saying I’m sorry? Cause I’m tired of you saying it.
I am not perfect. My wife, parents, colleagues and friends will all agree to that. I take comfort in knowing none of us are. I take comfort in knowing I have people who accept, forgive – and at times find funny – my errors. Remorse was a big deal in my childhood. I was quick to say ‘I’m sorry’ whenever I had missed an expectation, social norm and especially when I knew I had done wrong. The words could often mean nothing; a casual phrase offered to placate the offended, words meant to neutralize an offense of some kind. Like […]