I often think about all the things I have done wrong. I think about the things I said that were hurtful, the card I forgot to send, the phone call I avoided making. When I am tired or feeling low, these things seem to circle around in my head. I don’t remember the joy of giving a gift I made or the gratitude with which it was received, but rather the mistakes it contains. Talking to friends, it seems we are all prone to remembering the things that went wrong, rather than the things we have done well.
Spin me right round, Lord, right round, like a record player, right round, right round. Amen. — EP