It was a perfect day. Until it wasn’t.
Uncategorized
I’m sorry. I can’t.
Honestly, just writing that title forced my spine to straighten and gave me tingles in my fingertips. I am 47 years old. And I am only now realizing that “I’m sorry. I can’t” is a complete and adequate response.
When Happy Hour becomes hostile.
This place was unfamiliar to us. I do not even remember the name of it. Everything else about I do. What happened that night would stay with me forever.
Some days you just need a day.
Yesterday, I had nothing left. I dug deep. But came up empty.
The gift of an apology.
We often don’t even realize how a grievance has the potential to infiltrate all parts of our being. How the wrong of another, flows in and around. Settling on us, gradually over time.
Blame-shifting. It is a thing.
Have you ever experienced a situation when it is obvious that the person responsible for something has no intention of accepting responsibility?