I said the wrong thing. Or maybe I did. It’s all playing on loop in my head now, and I can’t shake that feeling—like I wish I could just disappear.
Embarrassment hits fast and hard. It makes you want to hide, to undo, to erase the moment.
But I’m trying to remember: everyone feels this way sometimes. Everyone says or does awkward things. The moment probably mattered more to me than anyone else.
So I’ll laugh at myself a little. Forgive myself a lot. And move on. Because one moment doesn’t define me.