... or maybe I am.


I've been thinking a lot about my last post. I'm rather sorry I wrote it. Yes, I know.

This is all coming from me. I haven't received any hate mail (although I possibly deserve it!) and I thought the comments left on my post were considered and thoughtful. No, it's me. Wondering about what I said and thinking that it wasn't quite right.

I think I see 'sorry' as 'regretful'. I don't regret a lot of things, but I want you to know that I am not a bull battering through the feelings shop (most of the time). If I have hurt someone, or done something wrong, I am the first in line to apologise. I was raised to put other people first in my life and consider their feelings, so when I get it wrong (or when I decide to just be a bitch and hurt them regardless, as we all do in anger from time to time), I am very quickly humbled and remorseful. I am acutely aware of other people's feelings so often I just know when I've trod carelessly, but I hope I am open enough for someone to tell me when I got it wrong. Tell me, and I'll do everything I can to fix it. Everything.

But I stand by the fact that looking back on my life, there is not a lot of carry-over things I'm sorry for. I hope that I have made amends for wrong-doings as I've gone along. Squared it away, made peace, moved on and here I am.

Thank you for listening.

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