One of those hard things

I admit it. I am wrong, frequently even. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and think to myself, the level of my incompetence is unparalleled. There was a time that I was completely unable to admit that I was wrong. I thought that it meant that to do so undermined my intelligence. I thought that being smart meant that you didn’t make mistakes.

Then, I had a really great counselor in my mid-20s who asked me the question, “What is the worst thing that would happen if you are wrong?” I told her that I didn’t know. She asked me, “Will you die?” I said that I might feel like I would die. She asked me if I would lose friends, if my parents would stop loving me, etc. I laughed and said no. Over the course of the next few sessions, she helped me learn that there is strength in admitting when are wrong, acknowledging our failings, and learning from them.

Something that we must all remember is that if a politician is unwilling to even acknowledge that they have made a mistake, a misstep, or have been wrong in the past that they will not tell the truth in the future.