I Was Wrong

It is so true! I said Worcestershire Sauce wrong most of my life. When pronounced correctly, it is a much shorter word.

I don’t like being wrong. It’s embarrassing. Especially when someone I care about brings it to my attention. Or worse, a nemesis! I have gone to great lengths of either fighting to prove I was right, or covering it up so no one knew it was me.

It takes confidence, courage, and a desire to be better to admit a wrongdoing and ask for help to understand. I had to let go of destructive self-righteous indignation and grasp vulnerability in order to be more relatable at home, at work, and in the community. It was learned behavior, it did not come naturally to me.

The freedom and peace that comes with admitting I’m wrong and asking for help allowed me to be friendlier, more loving, and much easier to be around. It’s a lot more fun to laugh at my mistakes, correct them, and move on. Don’t get stuck on always trying to be right. It’s exhausting!