(written 11/2022 and saved as a draft)
“You haven’t forgiven your ex, have you?”
Nope. Haven’t even thought about it. Not until…
now.
Still angry. <Start playing the Book of Love song here>
I’m fighting it with all of my resentment, anger, fear, shame, whatever you want to call that mix of crappy emotions that gets stirred up when I think about the lost time, money, dreams, hopes, and things I can’t find that I know I used to have.
It’s tiring. It’s sometimes stupid. It’s making it hard to open up to new possibilities. It’s getting old. It, whatever it is, has definitely worn out its welcome.
I was reading a book that used this analogy: You are sitting in the wreckage of a collapsed building, not willing to let any of it go. I think I’m just waking up to realize that I am still there, still looking around and wondering what happened, and the world is moving on around me.
So here is the plan: get out of there. Find the things that didn’t get smashed, crushed, blown away, burned, twisted, or drowned, and take them with me into the future. A better future. A peaceful future. Hopefully a future with love. Definitely a future with love.
Be kind, be smart, be brave. Never take hugs for granted. Give good ones – you might be helping someone clear away the debris.