If we can’t float on just yet, perhaps we need to work on simply moving on. I’ve just been full of normally rare epiphanies this week—probably because I spent half of it ill and reading books in the bathroom—and one that I realized was that holding onto some very bitter entanglements was not serving me. In fact, it was holding me back.
The thing about holding a grudge—besides being really creepy in that Sarah Michelle Gellar movie and its Japanese predecessor, which gave me nightmares for a month (go ahead and laugh, I don’t care! In fact, I forgive you)—is that it doesn’t hurt the person who harmed you. You can hold onto it until it boils and festers, and all it’s going to do is cause you more grief and pain. The person who harmed you isn’t affected by your feelings at all—you are.
It’s amazing how things change when you’re in the dark, isn’t it? The mundane becomes the mysterious, the ordinary the unknown. I, for one, always get spooked by things at night that would never make me think twice during the day—and I’m a self-professed night owl!
She said that she had always wanted to try illustrated journaling, but couldn't find the time. Thus she had put it on her "to do" list for retirement.
"That's silly," I told her. "You could die before you retire, and then how dumb would you feel?" Maybe not the most sensitive of responses, but she laughed. And it's true - we're always putting things off for tomorrow, next week, next year, after retirement.