Isn’t it funny how we can get so worked up in the moment? So unable to see the other side? So angry and so self righteous?
Then, we give the thing room to breathe. We do other things, shop for groceries, watch the sun set.
Then we revisit the moment in our mind and its power has vanished.
Where did all that energy go? Why am I suddenly able to forgive, even forget?
This happened today and I think it means that I am growing up, slowly, painfully, but surely.