Apologies

Apologising is hard.

And it gets harder to do when I reflect and recognise that by letting my Pride get in the way, I have let go of important relationships.

I know it's part of the trauma of my past, and the past of my foremothers.

But I recognise the part I play in this unhealthy behaviour.

In part of my New Year's theme of 'Family and Re-Connecting', I'm thinking more critically about the relationships I have let go, and the part I played in their disintegration.

I'm going to be working harder to push myself to move past my Pride and own my shit and say what needs to be said.

Especially if it's hard.