To the gas station worker who told 7-year-old me that eating through two tubs of red vines on a two-hour car ride was both ill-advised and impossible:
You were right about it being ill-advised. I’m sorry for arguing with you when you were only trying to help.
P.S. It wasn’t even close to impossible.
To the saleswoman at Nordstrom who asked 23-year-old me if I’d be back to buy that scarf:
By now you know must know that I didn’t come back. Also, I don’t wear scarves. I’m sorry for lying. I didn’t know how to explain that the red cashmere coat in your section reminded me of someone I loved and lost. I was mesmerized by it, not listening to you– which is rude on so many counts. I know you probably have people lie straight to your face all day, but as a fellow salesperson– I try to do better, and I have ever since that day. Your authenticity set me straight. Thank you for your help.
To the old woman trying to sell tamales outside my grocery store last week:
I’m sorry I didn’t buy your tamales. I’m sorry I thought they might be poisoned. I have no idea where thoughts like that come from, but I do know they’re entirely born of my own crazy mind. In other words, it wasn’t you, it was me. Next time, I’ll be ready with cash.
To the canned air specifically labelled “do not shake me”:
I shook you. Twice. I’m sorry.
To my first real boss, who asked me to squish the spider in the bathroom:
I actually took the little guy outside. I’m sorry for not following directions.
To the stranger who asked to bless my 16-year-old head of hair:
I’m sorry I didn’t take you seriously while you did the blessing. It was years before I understood how heavy that sort of belief is, and how unwelcoming strangers can be. Thank you for sharing the strength of your belief, and the beauty of your blessing.
To every cat and dog I’ve ever passed in any shelter or care center:
I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you home with me. Believe me when I say, if I thought I could have given you a good, healthy life– I would have in a snap. Thank you for making my heart smile even though I didn’t rescue you.
To every person who loved me who I didn’t call when I was suffering:
I’m sorry. You deserved a chance to be a hero. Please know that your love saved the day.
To the everybody in the dental industry who told me to floss and not eat candy:
You were totally right. I haven’t had a cavity since I made this change. I’m sorry that I didn’t take your word as an expert and I waited until life forced me into the change.
To my readers and fellow bloggers:
I’m sorry I’m behind on your comments. I love everything you’ve said, and you for taking the time to say them. I’m sorry I’m behind on my reading. Also, for those who can’t stand it when I stop my lists at weird numbers instead of the classic 1-3-5-10-20, I’m sorry. You were going to get your own apology at #11, but Captain Irony stopped my folly just in time. I combined this one just for you.
Phew! It’s good to get that off my chest. Have you ever shaken canned air? Do you have any short apologies to make?
I’m a little behind on everything because I saw a video over at another blog (KristieWasHere.com) that mesmerized me. I would like something equally welcoming, even though I’m not a video-maker by any range of that definition. I’ve been on research mode, trying to figure out the easiest way to make it happen and what basic things would summarize my blog. I also hurt my mouth, which you would have heard all about if you were my Facebook friend and I swear it’s knocked me for a bigger loop than the pneumonia, which is thankfully significantly eased up. I also finally started getting to fixing up my blog gratitude page and adding the testimonials that you’ll see on the top right. You can add one, or visit the ones gracious enough to say kindly things, by clicking on the words.
What’s been going on in your life?