Well hello little badass calendar…
Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy.
How dare you open up this can of squirming, slimy worms on Friday the 13th of all days?
And in 2020?
Sometimes it seems as though the hardest thing in the world is to forgive, especially when great hurt is involved.
The little things are easy.
Didn’t call – easy. Lashed out in anger – easy. Went too far with a practical joke – eh… a little harder, but still easy. Day-to-day misunderstandings – easy.
All-out-assholeness, complete fuckery, Infidelity, Backstabbing, Lying, Cheating, Stupidity – holy cow, I am seriously supposed to forgive?
Short answer- yes.
Because not forgiving doesn’t hurt the person I cannot forgive one little eensy weensy bit. They have gone on with their lives to spread their fuckery to other unsuspecting people and I am still laser focused on my hurt, my pain, woe is me.
They are living the life of Riley and I am wallowing.
Not forgiving is a cancer eating me alive from the inside-out, causing me to be stuck, and keeping me from living my best life.
However, forgiving does not mean bowing down. The person or people do not have to know that you have forgiven them for the act to be complete.
Forgiving does not mean forgetting. They are two different words with very different meanings. Forgetting implies that with forgiveness, trust is immediately restored. If trust is broken and it can be restored, it must be rebuilt over time.
I do believe that change is possible, but leopards always remain carnivores and have to kill their prey to stay alive. They never lose their spots.
“Forgive, but let the leopards go on to someone else,” has always been my motto.
… and while we are forgiving, let’s not forget to forgive ourselves.
XO Lisa ❤️ living a gratitude filled life!