There is much freedom in admitting mistakes. The perfectionist in me still lurks close to the surface, though. It takes humility to say, “I’m sorry, I did wrong,” and ask for forgiveness. But the relief it provides is liberating. One would think that humbling oneself would be a downer, but just the opposite is true. When I admit I was wrong, or I’m not perfect, I am freed from having to put on a good face. I just am—with all my wrinkles and kinks, all my quirks and idiosyncrasies. I let go of the false image I have been trying to create for others to see. An added benefit is that I can let go of my expectations of others. They’re not perfect either.

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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