I hope you're following along with Tina, Jean, Krista, and Kat. If anyone else wants to play, just let me know and I'll stick you on the 30 Day Challenge blog roll. :) My list (with links to each post so far) is here.
I'm supposed to write a letter to someone who's hurt me recently, but, as I sit here, I keep coming up blank.
Sure, my friends, family, and acquaintances have had bad days and said or done cranky things - and so have I. It's human to occasionally become irritated, overwhelmed, angry, distracted, or oblivious. No one worth writing a letter to has done anything intentionally vindictive or purposely painful, in fact, pretty much everyone in my life has consistently been encouraging and supportive. Do we always agree? Nope, but that doesn't mean I've been hurt. As long as they're not nasty, I'm happy to let it go. Life is too short to bear grudges, especially against people we supposedly care about. That said, if someone is consistently an ass - regardless of who they are - I shrug, maybe fume for a moment or two, then I close that particular door and continue on my way. I am not good with bullshit or meanness or spite for spite's sake, and I do everything I can to simply keep it out of my life. There are a handful of people who used to be considered friends that we haven't seen in years because they're just not worth all the negativity.
From the people that actually matter, the last kind-of hurtful thing I can think of happened about 4 years ago, and the last really hurtful thing was almost a decade ago. I see no reason to write a letter about ancient history. I have long since moved on.
Maybe I'm lucky, maybe I'm too trusting, maybe I just believe in the mantra, All is forgiven, move on.
Except with myself. I'm horrid to myself. And I rarely, if ever, forgive my failings.
I really need to work on that.
Tomorrow is another picture day, and I don't know what I'll be able to find, or if anyone would actually want to see it.