“We’re humans. We’re faulty by design.”
At 19, I learned that the only people in a relationship are the two people in it. It’s easy to say something when you’re an outsider looking in. It’s easy to say a lot of things without actions to follow. I don’t share a lot of personal things about myself but if you ask, I answer. The most difficult part of my week is Sunday. So, the phrase “easy like Sunday morning” doesn’t sit well with me. Values and tradition is important to me and if you criticize something that means a lot to me, expect some kind of wrath. I enjoy a challenge but if you go for a direct hit I hope you have some kind of preparation because words are my weapon of choice, especially since I pick the ones that make you think.
So, Sunday. My ritual is church and brunch. It can be that simple. Emphasis on it can be that simple. Even worse, it’s not my decision to make. Not having control of something that means a lot to you, drives a person crazy! I have someone that I make a lot of decisions with and going to church together is one of them. If only, it was that simple. Instead, I watch them make the same decision over and over again. Apology, after apology.
It wasn’t until my co-worker asked me about my faith on All Saint’s Day that he put something into perspective for me: “We’re humans, we’re faulty by design.” I took that as a challenge to continue to pray about it. Life isn’t about working towards perfection or even achieving perfection.
How do you wake up every morning thinking you could of done better. Is being sorry, enough?