It’s been a tough week. The details aren’t necessary, but I’ve spent a good bit of the last few days in tears. I’ve also spent a good bit of time trying to sort for the lesson in the pain.
At the heart of the matter is that I was treated in a way that I didn’t feel that I deserved. Things were said that were unkind and distorted and deeply hurtful. And in a pretty public way.
Although the hurt hasn’t gone away, I’m at least beginning to see a little of the lesson in all of this. At some point in our lives, we are all treated in ways that are unfair, in ways that we don’t deserve to be treated. Often there is nothing we can do to change the actual situation; the only thing we can control is the way that we respond. Do we let the incident crush our spirit? Do we carry the hurt with us and let it weigh us down and sour our outlook as we go forward with our lives? Do we let it keep us from moving forward?
I generally make an effort to treat the people in my life with care and respect, even those that are not necessarily easy to like, so I haven’t experienced a lot of this sort of thing—and maybe that’s why this has been so difficult to take. What I see now is that there are some people for whom no amount of effort will yield positive results, and that my task is to try to forgive them and release them with love…and move on. I’m not quite there yet, but at least I know what I’m working toward.