This morning I learned a lesson. I’d rather not be right.

My race to wasn’t motivated by my need to prove that I was right, but my offense. I’m glad that I won’t long remember all the statements made.

“You’re so wrong.”

Funny thing is, if we were really grounded in our conversation and practicing the quality we were discussing – it wouldn’t even be a problem. But neither of us were.

So I hang my head, I wish I could go back, and be wrong. Not shut up. I’ll always fight for what I believe in – but I wish I could have lost this one. Maybe it’d be a better day for the way I would react. Instead…

In the end, yes, I’m still happy to have someone to challenge my mind so early in the morning. I just wish it had nothing to do with my heart.


The quality or condition of being humble.


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