I am wrong.
There – I typed it. Perhaps it is the first step to admitting that I can be wrong sometimes. I never take the time to admit my wrongdoing – out of fear – fear that there is an eternal scoreboard people have that measures my rights from my wrongs.
As I type that, I realize just how ridiculous that sounds.
At the end of the day, people appreciate those who learn, and those who learn the best see where they went wrong, slow down, and make the fix as they mark it as a lesson learned.
I am trying to get there – but as I am routinely told, self awareness is the first step.
Unless they were wrong π