Moving forward

I am human. I fuck up. Sometimes big, sometimes small. We all do, it’s part of life.

When I make mistakes, I have learned that the kind of people I want around me are people who can see the circumstances with compassion and humor. But I also don’t want them to let me off the hook; if I’m deep in denial, for example, I need friends who can correct my way, and for that they need to be able to tell me, in a way I understand and cannot deny, that I’m wrong. Not in anger or indignation, but with gentle but sharp humor.

And those kinds of people are rare.

When my own friends get into trouble, I hope to be that kind of friend.