I spent much of the past year writing letters of apology to people I believe I’ve wronged along the way. Nearly every one of them replied either, “I have no idea what you’re on about” or “It’s all water under the bridge”. That’s nice of them, but I know it has all been written down by a scribe recording our lives in full. Certainly, I hope I am forgiven, but still I fear my scales. Perhaps I will overcome those fears the day I get around to forgiving myself.