We are all fools.
Well – I am. Or, at least I think I am.
There is a ton of stuff I don’t know. And I’m often accidentally, socially inept.
I find accepting the fact that I’m going to make a fool out of myself from time to time frees me from worrying about it.
Being foolish is kind of like death. It’s going to happen. Why worry about it in the meantime.
And in those moments when I do find that I’ve done something foolish, accepting my foolishness allows me to recover from my foolishness gracefully.
I own it. Apologize for it, make a self-deprecating joke and move on.
And – for the most part, people let me move on.
Because – we are all fools.