I recently spent the weekend with close friends from high school. Three women who remember when I was in the Church, and saw me go through leaving the Church. Who actually helped hold me together during that journey (while we listened to bad 80s music, watched Woody Allen movies, made stupid jokes, ate peanut butter out of the jar, and hung out in Greenwich Village on the weekends).
Needless to say, we know each other pretty well.
The last time Iād been with them, I noticed (in them) a habit I decided they needed to stop. Too often, for little to no reason, āIām sorryā would escape my friendsā lips. Now, apologies are a great social construct, and caring for others ā and expressing that care ā is glue that holds us together. But the āIām sorryāsā I heard werenāt worth apologizing for. āIām sorry Iām lateā ā when it wasnāt her fault. āIām sorry there are extra steps hereā ā did she build them? Or request them? āIām sorry I moved your bookā ā when we were clearing the table to eat. Really??
There were simply too many āIām sorryās.ā As a leadership coach I notice that too many people say too many āIām sorryās.ā Especially women. Thereās too much apologizing for things that arenāt our fault, or that we shouldnāt be apologizing for in the first place. And all this apologizing sells us short, and lessens our impact and power.
So I decided it had to stop.
I came up with a plan, and explained it to my friends. I would cure them of this nasty habit, I was sure.
I suggested a new rule for our weekends together. Each time someone said āIām sorry,ā they had to counteract that diminishment of themselves by then sharing something positive about themselves. Not only would I single-handedly cure my friends of saying āIām sorryā too often, but Iād get them to own, and share, the great things about them as well! I was great! No wonder I was such a good coach.
Well, perhaps it comes as no surprise that the weekend we were together, the weekend that āIām sorryā was verboten, was a rude awakening for me. Guess who said āIām sorryā the most that weekend? I had noticed something in my friendsā behavior that I had to change in myself.
Luckily for me, I teach owning and sharing oneās strengths, so Iāve practiced owning and sharing my strengths. The first ones rolled off my tongue rather easily. āIām a good mother,ā I offered. āIām a good friend.ā āI have a good ā albeit weird ā sense of humor.ā āIām strong.ā
My āIām sorryāsā didnāt stop though, and I began to run out of good qualities to list. Or at least to feel more and more uncomfortable about listing them. Even for me, it got tired.
Again, I know that a heartfelt āIām sorryā can save situations, relationships, and maybe ā at a stretch ā the world. But I also know that many of us use it way too often, and in ways that sabotage ourselves. I realized that I, for one, still do.
So do yourself a favor. Challenge yourself to stop saying āIām sorryā unless itās really appropriate. Challenge yourself to tell someone something great about yourself if you do say, āIām sorry.ā It should cure you pretty quickly.
And Iām sorry if you donāt agree. āŗ
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