Sorry Isn’t the Hardest Word….

You know how the song goes: “sorry is the hardest word”, personally I disagree. From where I sit and what I have observed so far in this life I have noticed that people do not have a problem saying they are sorry; sometimes it is used ad nauseum. I think it does not hold the same effect as it used to. It is as though sincerity with apologies and deals sealed on handshakes are a thing of the past. sigh

What I find is the hardest word is wrong. I will hear people apologize over and over but refuse to admit that they were wrong. It’s an amazing little quandary when you hear an argument centered on this very fact. If you don’t think you were wrong how can you be sorry for the actions? This leads to my very analytical side in which I could debate this point ad nauseum, so I just won’t go there.

Well I am going to go on record as the big person here – of course I mean that figuratively, because at five foot it sure isn’t going to happen literally, unless I was in a pre-school and then maybe, maybe, I might be the biggest person…anyway back to point: I am wrong all the time. Guess what, no lightening just struck me for saying so.

Being wrong is not a major catastrophe; it is actually a catalyst to the growth process. I’ve been wrong about people, places and events; I’ve said the wrong thing, taken on the wrong idea and sometimes even did the wrong thing for the situation. I don’t like being wrong, ask anyone that really knows me well and they probably tell you that in actuality, I hate being wrong. And sometimes I will fight like a dog with a bone to make sure I’m not wrong. My ex-husband can and readily will vouch for that one. It’s a personal quirk, whatever. However, once I can see I am wrong I will in fact admit it.

Perhaps it is getting older, or being in a really good place or just because it is a beautiful sun-shiny day – whatever the cause I find admitting that I am wrong and then (here’s the important part) letting it go is the beginning of a quite liberating experience. The second step (here’s another biggie) is to take corrective action. Yep, that’s right, not just say “I’m sorry” because, well, that just doesn’t hold the water any more.

Worked for me today, admitted it, to myself, took appropriate action and followed up and the situation is now better than before. Who knew being wrong could be a good thing? Today, try it, admit to being wrong about something and then put on your big people shoes and take a corrective action. There now, don’t you feel better?

Lisa K. McDonald, CPRW
Career Polish, Inc.

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