I’m sitting on my patio having my morning coffee. It’s going to be really hot today…104 degrees. Ugh…the heat is so heavy…it’s like it hangs on you…weighing you down. Right this moment, there is a breeze…I actually have chill bumps. The windchimes are tinkling and the train is blowing it’s horn while the birds are chatting fast and furious. Even though I’m chilled, I’m carrying something heavy. Something is weighing me down. I need to lighten the load.
I have always believed that forgiving others is a gift that you give yourself. After all, it’s a waste of all your positive energy to harbor a grudge, or stew over something that you can’t change. It’s in the past…move on…and for goodness sake… don’t take anymore baggage with you!
Why then is it so much harder to forgive ourselves? I’m struggling with this. I believe I am worthy of forgiveness but when it comes to letting myself off the hook…I just can’t seem to do it. Today is different. I’m giving myself the gift…removing the coat that is worse than the Texas heat. Today I’m going to live it… knowing that it’s ok that I’m not perfect. No matter how big the mistake, the decision or the act is. No matter…I will not listen to that voice inside my head that reminds me how big my screw up is. I will put that voice to rest by saying, “I forgave you for that.”
What do you think, friends? It is harder for you to forgive yourself than others? Why do you think that is?
There is more to this story…part 2 coming soon…like this week. 🙂