Outta Bounds

Fairly recently, unwittingly and unknowingly, I crossed the line.  I stepped way out of bounds. What I thought was cute and fun was, in fact, not cute and fun. At all.

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My intent was absolutely benign and pure and innocent. What I did was spontaneous and,  I thought, oh-so-clever. But what matters most is that she didn’t. What’s even more reprehensible, and scary,  is that I didn’t think twice about it, thinking it was witty and funny…until it was too late.

I got a non-threatening, too-short text from her: “I don’t feel like talking to you right now.”

Hmmmmm. She’s just super busy right now, I thought immediately after I read the text. Then about 11 seconds later, my blood ran colder than this winter’s East Coast temperatures. My heartless heart started pounding in triple-time beats through my 32A chest.

O M G! It’s that Facebook entry I made on Tuesday morning. 

What was I thinking? What I had written, literally two short sentences worth,  was stupid, inappropriate, and inexcusable.  And, at the expense of this person who means so much to me,  one of the “Top Ten” people in my life!

While I was smack dab at the intersection of Self-Disgust and Remorse, I gave her the space and time she needed. The silence was tortuous and deafening.

Five days later, she called. We word-vomited (in a healthy way) for many, many minutes.  Détente was achieved. Tears for one of us were shed. An important,  life-long lesson was learned.

Have you ever stepped outta bounds, crossed over the line, shot your mouth off, or said something that hurt someone you loved… a lot? If  your answer is yes, you’re not alone. I know the feeling all too well. And I hope your “transgressee” was as forgiving and full of grace as mine was to me.

What “happened” was not the fault of Facebook, Instagram, anybody or anything else. The blame lies only with me.

This post  may read like a bit of a mystery to you. Because if you’re like me, you’re just dying to know who the “she” is.  It matters not.

What matters is this:  From now on, let’s think before we act too hastily or cavalierly, learn from our mistakes, make amends, forgive (although I know she’ll never forget), and move on. Just move on…



3 Responses to Outta Bounds
  1. Krista
    February 2, 2014 | 8:18 pm

    Oh man…..We’ve all done this one…..Im glad you we’re forgiven and can move on. Good reminder for all of us….thanks for sharing.

  2. Jeanne Bovill
    February 3, 2014 | 10:17 pm

    You are brave just for sharing this story. We have all been there!

  3. Julie Ravizza Mietus
    February 4, 2014 | 12:50 am

    Thanks for sharing and reminding me to mend a fence – shit happens then the paper work – so to speak!

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