Just when we’re having that beautiful sunshine day, in floats a cringe-worthy thought from the past. How did I do that, we think quietly–maybe even regretfully–while temptation smiles and adds one point to the score board.
Ah, you sneaky devil.
The temptation we feel to worry about the past plays on the thought that, well, … that was me. The keyword phrase to pay attention to, however, is at the end of that last sentence: that was me.