Sharp tongues and other nasty things are kind of part and parcel on my safari travels through this urban jungle I call home. Sometimes I merely witness them; other times I deliver them. I’m not proud of it. But I’m human therefore imperfect.
Sometimes; thankfully not too often, I “get up on the wrong side of the bed” and pretty much anything can tick me off. Without even trying some poor unwitting bystander can become the most infuriating human being (or cat) on the planet for about 3minutes. Yep that’s it 3 minutes. Then the moment passes and I feel completely retched.
Today that poor person was my mum. (I know get out the lashes now. I surrender) a simple helpful suggestion was met with a rather sharp response which I know left a sting. I’m sorry. And I’ll make it up to her.
The point I’m sort of getting at (albeit in a somewhat vague fashion) is; in the jungle and on safari tempers fray and words bite. Par for the course but it doesn’t have to be left that way. Too many of us forget to simply say sorry. Accept we are flawed and try to be better.
I have no idea if my mum reads this blog but I’ll throw it out to the blogosphere anyway.
Mum, I’m sorry and I love you.
Let’s all be better today adventurers.