Is anyone actually good at apologizing?

I’m not.

In my head, I expect a fight. Or tears. Or… actually, I don’t know. Either way, the times I have to apologize, I dread. I hate being wrong. And I hate having to admit it to the person I wronged even more.

On the other hand, I feel incredible guilt – that sick to your stomach, throw up at any time, can’t focus on anything else kind of guilt – when something is unresolved and it’s my fault.

Apologizing is incredibly freeing. It’s healing. And usually the only thing that takes that awful pit in your stomach away.

It confirms my suspicions that the things in life worth fighting for will often require the fight.

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