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This morning marks one year since I said “I do” again.
Even though I always knew I wanted to be married again, it was still a scary decision to actually do it.
To take that risk.
To be vulnerable.
But I am so glad that I did.
We celebrated our anniversary this past Friday with a room on the 55th floor of the Westin downtown. As we watched the Atlanta traffic from the vantage point of our room, I told Brock about my obsession with the fluid dynamics theory of traffic, a viewpoint my ex always teased me about. Brock not only didn’t make fun of me, he agreed. And we even had some fun watching and observing the arterial flow from 600 feet above.
Later that night, after an amazing dinner at the Sun Dial, we watched some of Princess Bride from our bed. That was my favorite movie in high school and one my ex and I watched countless times together. And Brock didn’t even get mad at me for quoting the entire movie. Inconceivable.
I realized much of what I mourned at the end of the first marriage was not so much the loss of him but the loss of the shared history. The memories and the moments.
And what I’m now realizing is that those memories and moments can be built again. That they can exist apart from my ex.
That I didn’t lose as much as I thought.
And that what I have gained is worth more than what is gone.
I believe in marking moments. In recognizing landmarks and anniversaries. It’s a way of remembering. Of experiencing gratitude. And celebrating the good.
It’s a reminder to treasure the moments because someday they may only be memories.
Thank you all for all the kind words about Tuesday’s post. I hope the kiddos and fuzzballs enjoyed the extra love. I know mine did.
I had planned on writing a different post this evening.
But then I received some news.
The kind of news that makes your stomach drop.
Your brain stutter.
Your chest tighten.
Your throat clench.
And makes your eyes swell with tears.
The kind of news that makes it hard to breath yet also drives home the importance of each breath.
Because we never know how many we have.
Those moments are such a harsh reminder of the fragility of life and the swiftness at which it can change.
They remind us that no matter how much we plan, we cannot control.
It’s a wake-up call to be present in the moment. Because that’s all we’re guaranteed.
And it reveals how important our relationships are and that we are all more connected than we realize.
Tonight, I’m letting go of the stressors of the day.
I’m setting aside the to-do list for the evening.
And instead I’m going to snuggle with my family.
While the tears fall as they may.
And remember what really matters.
Hug your kids tonight. Tell your family you love them. Reach out to your friends just to let them know you’re thinking about them. Pet the furry ones.
And take a few moments and just be grateful.
You’re here right now.
We are told that to err is human; to forgive is divine.
But is that always the case?
Are there times when forgiveness actually harms you rather than setting you free?
Read the article. It made me think. What does it say to you?
For all that culturally we admire the ability to forgiveβitβs associated with magnanimity,Β spiritualΒ growth, and, of course, religiosityβit remains a somewhat thorny issue from a psychological point of view. In laymanβs terms, the ability toΒ forgiveΒ is widely seen as evidence of how high humans rank in the chain of beingβanimals donβt forgive, after allβso it conveys aΒ moralΒ superiority. But from a psychological point of view, two key questions remain: Why do humans forgive and, when they do, how do they hope to benefit? Read the rest on Psychology Today.
I know one of the reasons that I chose and have been able to forgive my ex is that he is not a presence in my life. I’m forgiving a memory of a person rather than actual flesh and blood. I don’t know if I would have made the same choice if he was still an active participant in my life.
It’s funny how time changes things. I used to have a driving need to “make him pay.” Then, I lost the need to be his judge and jury, but I still wanted to know that he faced the consequences of his choices.
Now?
Now, I actually want him to be okay. Far away. But okay.
But ultimately, what happens to him isn’t up to me.
It’s up to him.
Because when you do good, good has a way of doing back to you.
And when you do bad…
Well, let’s just say bad holds a grudge and carries a big stick.
For those who missed it last spring, here is my episode of Karma’s a B*tch, Till Debt Do Us Part. It’s available in two formats:
On iTunesΒ for $2.99
On Amazon Instant Video from $1.99
It’s interesting to see the story played out in live action.
And while we’re on a karma theme, here are some great karma quotes. Enjoy:) And remember, karma’s always watching.