Let it Go…memories.
A memory I’d rather forget.
Who wants to think on that? They need to stay crumpled in a compact ball in the dark recesses of our innards.
Hmm.
Eeny, meany, miney, moe.
The time I threw away my second semester grades before my parents saw them? Yes. In the days before online access it was possible to destroy a report card and have all evidence of your time not spent in class destroyed. Until your father called the university and they shipped him another copy.
I’m thinking of things that I would never post on this blog. Actions as a parent. Actions to another. The times when I did not act and knew I needed to.
Pooh. This is hard.
Honestly, even with memories I choose to not write about, I wouldn’t erase them from my data base.
From mistakes – those humungous and teensy — I learned something. Most of all, I learned I never want to repeat that feeling of disappointing others or myself again.
. . . I’m still thinking, on this.
Every time something comes to mind – some moment from a past life or just yesterday — I can’t say I’d want to forget the pain.
In most cases I’ve moved past the discomfort and in others, I’m in the process of figuring out how to — in the words of the Mega star frozen princess — let it go.
But in all cases, I am at peace with the person who stands on the other side. Happier with the me who walked through the infernos coming to mind –whether a catastrophe by the hand of another or self-inflicted.
Thoughts?
And in case you missed this by Will Ferrell click on the link. Seems the powers that be won’t let the masses embed this clip.
(Watch till the last. It’s my favorite part.) Will Ferrell —–>>>> Let it go.
Linking up with the fun Finish the Sentence Friday crowd . . . The memory that haunts me is…”
