Trying not to be at home or anywhere else that someone might ask me to do something for them.
And then it hit me.
Like a ton of bricks.
And with extreme clarity.
I am a grudge holder.
44 years into this freak show and I am starting to understand the me that I think I am.
Naturally, I had to have a conversation with myself about this revelation.
And naturally, I had to convince myself that it is okay to own it.
But it is so clear now.
As hard as I try, there are just somethings I can't let go.
I am pretty good at forgiving.
I am awesome at saying sorry. (Apparently to a fault - according to my family)
I am not so good at forgetting.
And today - right this very moment - I am okay with that.
I wonder what I'll learn about myself tomorrow?