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I’m Sorry. I Was Wrong. I’ll Do Better Next Time.
What it’s like admitting you’re a jerk sometimes
Okay, I’m back to writing on Medium. If you’ve been following the limited work I’ve produced lately, you’ll see I have not been happy with Medium. I let a customer support issue bother me, and the only way I knew how to vent my frustration was to write about it.
I’m sorry I complained. I was wrong. My apology goes to anyone at Medium or any reader because being a complainer isn’t my style. In retrospect, my complaining in public view is a character defect.
Therefore, like all character defects, I must own my part: perception. I can manage that, but beyond how I see things and react, I must use my free will for the common good.
Complaining about my personal and business ordeal wasn’t right. It’s wrong. And when I make a mistake, I must admit my part in it. To admit my part, I have to see that my prior action was out of character.
In other words, since I have character defects like everyone else, becoming aware of them and shifting them is paramount to my mental health and humanity. It’s taken me a lifetime to get this part right.
Humans, like butterflies, affect all people, places, and things wherever we go. That’s because our field of energy, our life…
