I deeply apologize. I could have done better.
For the sharp comments and irritable retorts.
For the cranky mornings and frustrating indecisiveness, I’m sorry.
For the moments of impatience, cutting off without really listening, and assuming without hearing, I could have done better.
For the unanswered emails, forgotten birthday cards, and delayed calls to keep in touch. For the friendships that slipped behind errands and plans unmade due to laziness, I apologize. For the times when you needed an ear, a hug, a hand to hold, and I wasn’t there. For the connections lost without required tending and support asked for that I didn’t hear, I’m sorry.
For the fear, panic, worry and heartache I’ve caused. For the times together marred by my worn-out craziness; for the rigidity I can carry in my wake, I could have done better.
For tossing aside the blessing of life, invincible faith to choose familiar over right, I’m sorry. For the expired rules I blindly follow and the childhood fears I grasp without reason. For the anxiety over the mundane as I miss the sweet blossoms; for the aimless obsessiveness and automatic rituals, I apologize. For the doubts that halt my footsteps and the self-criticisms that mute my voice; for the lip service to ideals and the promises absent of action, I could have done better.
For the wasted minutes of worry and the pits of overwhelm I easily slide down. For taking for granted the blessing of breath, limbs that move, and a beating heart. For misplacing priorities in favor of tired habits and putting off growth for tomorrow, I could have done better.
For all of the ways I may have hurt you, known and those I don’t even realize, I ask for your forgiveness.
For all of the ways I have cut myself off from bliss, abused my blessings, and lost sight of my dreams, I ask for my own forgiveness.
I could have done better.
I hope, plan, and intend to do better in the coming year.