Forgiveness is still my challenge. I’m pretty good at not letting things get to me; I focus on how to move forward, rather than placing blame—perhaps to a fault. (I let too many people walk all over me.) But when someone acts out of malice, like the Godfather says, “This I do not forgive.” Of course, the offender doesn’t care and goes on his merry way, being an asshole. But my holding on to that resentment, that hurt, that anger only damages me, leaving me unhappy, closed off, suspicious, bitter, and sometimes a jerk. I need to learn to let go.
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Laura, a thoughtful post. I have such a different impression of you, though I think I know what you mean. This is not easy stuff to admit, one recovering jerk to another.
Learning to live with loose, open hand. Yes, indeed. I feel ya.