Hello and happy Sunday funday. [Blogged while my legs go numb. I should stand.] I’ve since calmed myself after receiving my traffic ticket…I can thank yoga for that. Yoga and my plan to write the station a nice little letter that starts with, “Dear Officer Dick”. I think his name was Richard.

Yoga is one of few things in life that keeps me sane (or as close as I can get) and balanced. Each teacher goes through class a little differently and one teacher in particular begins and ends each class by reading a quote. The most recent one went something like this:

“Grudges are for those who insist they are owed something. Forgiveness is for those substantial enough to move on.”

As I prostrated in child’s pose, I started thinking about the way most of us view forgiveness — a sign of weakness. That, for whatever reason, holding grudges, being angry and cutting people out of your life is somehow above forgiving them. We think because someone has wronged us, we need to continue to show that person we’re still upset. Like, pretty sure they get it. People tend to genuinely feel remorse for wronging someone they care about. And if they don’t, well, celebrate because that person is a sociopath and it’s a good thing you cut ties.

I never understood why forgiveness connotates weakness. Because it takes a lot more strength to seek understanding and acceptance than it does to give a cold shoulder. Forgiving — really forgiving someone — is one of the hardest things to do. While I haven’t completely mastered it, I’d like to think I’m quick to try and forgive. I tell myself this person didn’t intentionally try to hurt me. That at one point or another they truly cared about me. And in most cases, their actions stem from issues bigger than me. So how can I hold a grudge against someone fighting their own demons? That doesn’t seem fair. And while I usually don’t welcome that person back into my life with open arms, I let time take its course and proceed with caution.

At the end of the day, everything happens for a reason. Not to mention life is far too short to be a crab ass about things that, in 10 years, you won’t even think about.

What do people say the best revenge is?

Oh, yeah. Happiness.