Being late bothers me. I had an interview this morning, and I ended up being 15 minutes late because of some traffic. I had gone to get coffee and thought I had plenty of time to get to my laptop for the call. 9 am rush hour did not agree.
This time it wasn’t that big of a deal. I was interviewing the person I called, not the other way around. If it had been the other way around, I would be significantly more upset than I am. I think tardiness is a sign of a persons ability to manage their time. I would say my time management skills are getting better, but I will have to learn to account for things such as traffic and weather in the future.
I’m young, I’m naive, I’m learning, and I’m ok with that. The world is full of people who are afraid to make mistakes. How can I expect myself to one day take a massive life-changing risk when I can’t even forgive myself for being late to a video conference? It takes time to build that idea in your head, but once you find the reasoning, it’ll be easier to make your little slip-ups less seriously.
There is always one person in this world who loves you. You probably know them, although you may not. They might be present in your life, or they might cheer you on in a more subtle manner. They are still there, waiting for you to remember how dear you are to them.
You will always love at least one person. I hope you will always love yourself, but I hope you will still have another person to love as well. I guarantee that love will make your life fuller. Dark times will come, but love, true love, is able to brighten any bad day.
This is not a new idea, but I like to reiterate old ideas sometimes. Lately, I found myself forgetting that someone loved me. I think I subconsciously pushed them away because I was angry that I didn’t try harder to be around them, to spend more time with them. I made one mistake and said “well this is over now! I’d better throw in the towel.”
I forgot that love takes time. Love takes time to grow and time to chip away at. One mistake won’t ruin years of a relationship. I find it difficult to remember that errors are what make us human, not unforgivable. I have acknowledged my mistake, apologized for it, cried for it, understood it, and vowed to never make it again. I think in the process of doing so, my relationship with the person I love has already gotten stronger.