"Day" Three

Alternatively titled, “You Said It Should Tear a Kid Apart; It Does.”

You say I should forgive myself but I’ve done nothing wrong. Or have I? It’s a bit of a haze at this point. The other night I walked living room to kitchen, and at some point the word “oops” was used, and then there he was, chugging my merlot while I spun around in circles with a box of kosher salt in my hand. Oops.

My days are filled with trifles, and beyond these daily oopsies I wonder what grudges I’ve been holding against myself. There have been mistakes, certainly, and rather large, glaring ones at that, but what are mistakes than learning experiences? How do I begrudge myself lessons learned, when it’s great to learn because knowledge is power! and might makes right! and all that jazz! Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone. Or not.

So I think it’s pretty clear that perhaps I should have actually looked at the list before embarking on this journey of days. Damn my short-sightedness. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.