And sometimes I am just plain wrong. I don’t like this, but it is still true. I have thought for years that if I just try hard enough that I can get it all right. This of course is an illusion that I have created for myself. I would like to thank my father for always asking for “more”, and say I take responsibility for my own beliefs. At some point one must understand that sometimes “more” is “less”.
I find it quite easy to say “I’m sorry”, which is my way out of admitting that I was wrong. It’s vague enough that most people don’t notice that I really didn’t admit to anything except that I am sorry that you can’t be right because that it a position reserved for me, and me alone. In theory, I would love to share that space with others, but it is hard work… always being right.
As you may already know, illusions are hard to shed. One reason for this is that, most of the time we don’t even recognize them for what they truly are…an attachment that is only holding us back from what we might become. I don’t want to hold myself back anymore, tied to the belief that mistakes are a sign of weakness. To make a mistake, just means that I’m not done. There is still more to learn and share. I am struck with the idea that if we let go of what we think we need to be, we can become what we already are…enough.
this post is dedicated to my loving husband…my greatest teacher:)