In Praise of Being Slightly Wrong
I've changed my mind, with the slow dignity of a barge turning in a canal, on roughly half the things I believed at 25. I held those views, at the time, with the kind of confidence usually reserved for people who have never lost a luggage. I am, allegedly, wiser now — which mostly means I notice sooner when I'm about to be wrong, and apologise more quickly, and laugh more freely at the version of me who is still, somewhere, certain. Conviction is overrated. Curiosity, especially about one's own former selves, is not.
— Excerpt — 'In Praise of Being Slightly Wrong', opinion column.
