We don’t know each other all that well.
But I admire you. And if I lived in Nebraska and wasn’t in elementary school 11 years ago, I would have watched that news report and I
probably totally would have loved it. Because I know you’re awesome and quite frankly, I love watching the news.
We are very different people in different walks of life and one of our, likely few, similarities is our love of writing and Her View From Home. Well, there is at least one more. I have a big problem with the word “sorry.”
I wish that I was about to say that I have sworn off the word. That I don’t apologize for existing anymore. The truth is, that word comes out of my mouth daily more than any other word in my entire vocabulary.
I’m sorry to bug you.
I’m sorry my piece didn’t do well.
I’m sorry the house is a mess.
I’m sorry it’s either take out or Ramen for dinner again.
I’m sorry I got my blog post up late for the millionth time.
I could go on and on but I mean… you get it.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am the person who will build you up.
I am full of positive feedback for anyone who will listen and I preach self love loudly from the rooftop.
However, when it comes to loving myself and the work I produce? I am not always the best example of practicing what I preach but I mean… you get it.
As I read your words I realized that apologizing for being myself is exactly what I have been doing my entire life. Just how sad is that? I am absolutely terrified of being old and looking back on my life only to see it was full of apologies. I am neither old, nor set in my ways. I am in a constant state of change. So cutting back on sorry? Doable.
You and your possibly unwashed-not-size-two jeans taught me something today. I don’t want to believe the lie anymore. I want to see that I am worthy of loving myself.
So I won’t apologize for semi-copying your featured image or for feeding off of your post. Instead, thank you. For every single thing you do.
– Just a girl in Utah