Well into the morning I found my way back to the blog. I spent most of the day cleaning and sorting out the remains of my colored past. I think we Americans have garages because we aren’t sure how to unpack our mental baggage. Instead of trying we keep mementos of the past to serve as touchstones to power a memory or emotion. I don’t want to carry those with me. I want to move forward and enjoy every moment in my present life. The past is what it was and I cannot change that. There is little value in reliving it.
So where is my today? I’m learning to forgive and forget. The poet Myrlin Hepworth says we communicate primarily to give love or receive love. He goes on to say the opposite of love is hate–the want of love. Last week a friend and faculty member stabbed me in the back. It hurt like hell and took me days to get past. I’m over it. I will not trust them again, but I do forgive them. Fool me once, shame on you. I refuse to be fooled again. I also refuse to let it affect how I feel about where I work.
That statement right there is emotional growth. Life is far too short to be held back by a thirsty quest for vengeance. Ain’t nobody got time for that.