I am human, and next to my finer moments, I have had dark moments, destructive moments. Times where movies like “Mean Girls” could learn something from me. Moments where I am not proud of, where I hurt those closest to me, those who cared about me most.
I have hurt people so badly that the guilt of it kept me awake years after the fact. So one day, I decided it was enough. I set aside my ego, my fear of judgement and I contacted two people I fret about and apologized. From the bottom of my heart. Not trying to explain. Just stating I was wrong, I had been mean, evil even, and that I had no right to have treated them this way. That so many years later I still think about them.
Both of them responded rather quickly. They were both extremely kind. They agreed I had hurt them, but they were delighted by the apology and they forgave me.
No more sleepless nights. No more fretting.
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An honest apology can sweep a dusty mind clean.