It wasn’t until I resurrected an old friendship that I realized that over the past few years I became a chronic apologizer. I apologized for every. thing.
Your soup was cold? I’m sorry.
You have a pain in your right side? I’m sorry.
You wish you had syrup? I’m sorry.
You forgot to pick up your clothes? I’m sorry.
Your left ear is longer than your right one? I’m sorry.
You can’t remember your sister’s birthday? I’m sorry.
But the real problem wasn’t just that I apologized for other people as though the errors were my own. No, the real problem was that I also apologized for being me. I apologized if I was tired, sad, mad, happy. I apologized for taking time to read, to write and to explore my creativity.
I had created a world in which I was the perpetual perpetrator, a world in which I did nothing right and everything wrong. It was no wonder I was constantly miserable.
One of the keys to my freedom this year was giving myself permission to stop apologizing. It is a still a hard lesson to remember, but oh so necessary if I want to live a life full of happiness and acceptance.
And you? What do you need to stop apologizing for?
Never apologize for showing your feelings. When you do, you are apologizing for the truth.
― José N. Harris, Mi Vida