I was chatting with my best friend today. She had a rough night recently. She came home to a friend who was waiting with a box of Cheez-Its. Together, they ate the entire thing.
Mortified, she looked at her friend and asked, “Oh my God, what do we do now?!”
Her friend looked back at her and said, “You forgive yourself and start over tomorrow.”
How often do I latch onto a shameful act and hold it with me like a warm blanket for days? I can’t believe I did that. I’m such an idiot. And if it’s something that leaves a permanent reminder, like dinging the car door or spilling a drink on my laptop, I get to keep the blanket a lot longer. Let’s not even begin identifying all the things I could mess up while trying to properly and lovingly parent my child. Blankets, blankets everywhere.
I’m going to try forgiving myself and starting over tomorrow from here on out. I’ll let the whole rest of the day go to hell as a consolation prize, but in the morning I have to let things go and start over. Sometimes that may mean righting a wrong, acknowledging a mistake, or even standing up for myself. And sometimes, as in the case of the Cheez-Its, I just have to move on. If I feel like it, I’ll do some extra cardio or an ab workout, but I don’t have to. I can just brush it off my shoulder and go. I’m guessing the result of the shameful act will be the same whether I hold onto the shame or not.
Is there anything you could release that isn’t serving you?