{"id":1627,"date":"2009-07-31T04:14:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-31T04:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/2009\/07\/31\/fine-ill-admit-it\/"},"modified":"2017-06-08T16:42:37","modified_gmt":"2017-06-08T16:42:37","slug":"fine-ill-admit-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/fine-ill-admit-it\/","title":{"rendered":"FINE, I&#8217;ll admit it!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The art of forgiveness is not my strong suit. It&#8217;s not something I&#8217;m necessarily proud of, but don&#8217;t I deserve a point or two for owning up to it?<\/p>\n<p>No matter how many ways I&#8217;ve tried &#8211; and I <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">have<\/span> tried &#8211; it always feels like it&#8217;s <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">for<\/span> the other person. Mind you, I&#8217;m not the type to stand around sticking needles in anyone&#8217;s voodoo doll, but as far as the whole ceremony of, &#8220;Oh, you tried to break me, but now we&#8217;re OK &#8211; really!&#8221; I could kind of care less. Life goes on, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I<\/span> move on and I&#8217;d rather not burn my good candles to honor old situations. My dear friend, Courtney, who is celebrating his birthday as I type this post, thinks I&#8217;m evil because of it. I disagree, often.<\/p>\n<p>So, that brings me to my horoscope, which I just got around to reading at 9pm. Here&#8217;s the opener:<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The art of forgiveness is not my strong suit. It&#8217;s not something I&#8217;m necessarily proud of, but don&#8217;t I deserve a point or two for owning up to it? No matter how many ways I&#8217;ve tried &#8211; and I have tried &#8211; it always feels like it&#8217;s for the other person. Mind you, I&#8217;m not&hellip;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/fine-ill-admit-it\/\" class=\"\" rel=\"bookmark\">Read More &raquo;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">FINE, I&#8217;ll admit it!<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2593,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","_ti_tpc_template_sync":false,"_ti_tpc_template_id":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1627"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2595,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions\/2595"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1627"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1627"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1627"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}