It’s amazing how quickly I, an alleged full-grown woman, can revert back to feeling like I did with other girls in elementary school: insecure, timid, and small. Recently, a moment leapt out of nowhere and grabbed me by the throat, reducing me to those irrepressible tears that leave me shaky and sick to my stomach – because my feelings got hurt.
I am naturally a sensitive person, but I’m also fairly rational. I don’t get my feelings hurt all that often – mainly because I am largely surrounded by pretty tremendous humans who rarely do or say mean-spirited things.
But when it does happen, it makes me feel so sad, and shocked, and ultimately, rejected.
How could I NOT cry?
But here is the difference between 9-year old Annie and today’s Annie: to forgive is to not let those feelings take root – even when they are justified. To forgive is to deflect any feelings of insecurity catalyzed by those initial words. To forgive is to let go of what is right, reasonable, and defensible – in favor of something entirely unsensible.
It’s hard work, forgiveness… but then again, isn’t it our very best option? Isn’t it the easiest, most freeing thing we could possibly do – to simply let it go?
No one ever loses if no one is keeping score.