Things I’m NOT Too Old For
I only wish I were
Back in the day when I was still stupid, I did something terrible
I didn’t mean to. But I hurt someone deeply, someone who means the world to me. I’m not going to describe the incident, because that would be telling a story that isn’t really mine to tell, which is what caused the wound in the first place.
There’s no pain quite like witnessing the pain you’ve caused for a loved one.
Sadly, ridiculously, I created the whole mess by trying to avoid upsetting anyone.
My signature style, honed since my days in the cradle.
Let me be clear, though: I’m not blaming Mom or Dad. I own my actions. I was a grown-ass woman at the time.
And that day was . . . two weeks ago
That’s right. Wise old me, threescore-and-ten, she who has undergone therapy and who meditates and does yoga, she who tends to attract the confidences of others who think she is trustworthy and smart — blew it. Just last week. Spectacularly.
Very humbling.
Also, ouch.
My gut is still burbling.
