Sometimes I get it wrong. Maybe I misspeak. Maybe I was misinformed. Maybe it was true once and now, after a series of events or period of time, it's not true anymore.
It's ok to be wrong.
Took me a long time to realize that. I think that there are still times when I think to myself, "Just take this on the chin, you're right, but you don't need to do the haka about it." Ha ha. I don't think I'd have any friends if I did this every time I thought I was right (because I'd be doing it a lot, if that was the case).
Tonight was one of those times when I actually was wrong. Ha! That's fine. No big deal (It was about politics).
I'm just glad that I can actually recognize this and accept it. And, hopefully, I'm glad I have friends that can overlook these moments and keep being my friend. Much love.
Don't you just love the 80s?
1 comment:
Weird. I wonder what it feels like to be ... what is the word? Wrrrong? ;)
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