Saying, “I’m sorry” always seems to carry the price of someone admitting they were wrong. And this is what stops most people. It’s wrong-headed, as one has nothing to do with the other.

I’m wrong multiple times every day. Ate the wrong foods. Took a wrong turn. Heard the wrong thing from my wife. If I allowed myself to be troubled by every instance … I’d end up in a tight ball in a corner somewhere.

Go to YouTube. Find the song, In the Living Years. Have a listen.

Be well, Pamela.