…came and went and I just realized I didn’t put my pen to paper. Normally I’d beat myself up a little over that, but the nature of this quiet Sunday after a whirlwind ride to and from New Hampshire yesterday, won’t let me treat myself that way today.
How many times do we make a promise and realize in horror we didn’t honor our word, usually unintentional, but nevertheless we didn’t do it? It happens. Things happen. We mess up. We get blindsided by things. We say the wrong thing. We are misunderstood. Then begins the trying to “fix it”. Before we know it, we are wasting precious energy over something that is in the past and it isn’t going to make one bit of difference whether we move on or spiral down that emotionally draining ride of trying to rectify it.
I am slowly learning to let myself off the hook so to speak. I’m practicing just saying sorry and moving on. I’m beginning to see it’s not worth wasting precious minutes of my life beating myself up or trying in vain to change something I can’t. A kinder, gentler, world starts right within our own mind and heart, with the way we treat ourselves.
And so, as another TWO days go by, I tell myself it’s okay, and..I have written.
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