I Was Right Before I Was Wrong

Oh the gift of time! If only I knew then, what I know now. Sometimes, I look at my past and cringe. I’ve always been opinionated and often times, my opinion came with a “cock-sure” sentiment that I was right. My being opinionated is unlikely to change. What has changed is my ability to more readily see different views and acknowledge when I am wrong.

There is no counting the number of times I have been wrong. Sometimes it was simply a mistake or minor misunderstanding. Other times, it was my pure selfish ego that wouldn’t let me admit to being wrong. The former was easy to cure, while the latter sometimes caused major headaches.

When you are wrong, you are best to simply acknowledge it and move on. If it is a big mistake, you might need to apologize profusely. I once read that an apology isn’t an apology until the one you wronged acknowledges your regret with a statement such as, “It’s okay, I forgive you.”

Being wrong isn’t exactly a bad thing. In my opinion (which is right, right?), it means you are learning and when you are learning, you are growing. Therefore, being wrong might just be good for you. Seriously, Benjamin Franklin said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Therefore you might as well take a risk, test your theories, talk to different people and try new things. Before you do though, be sure to open your mind and remind yourself you could be wrong.

Am I wrong?