Holding onto something.
Refusing to let go of it.
Why? How does it serve you?
I get to be right. To be justified in my anger. To feel vindicated.
But I’m stuck. Stuck in the past. Glued to the offense.
When I think about it, my blood boils with new anger… old anger?
What about grudging? The verb?
“He begrudged the time and work the meeting involved.”
Unwilling to grant or give.
Certain of the outcome before it even starts.
Closed to possibilities…. Outcomes unforeseen.
What if it is better than you think it will be?
What if you learn something brand new about yourself, others or the world?
How often do we cut off possibilities without even thinking?
Imagine a life open to unexpected gifts.
One that assumes the best will happen, not the worst.
Freed from the glue of the past.