Want to hear what I’m mad about? Who I’m mad at? How I’ve been screwed over? Here you go:
Sorry. You won’t hear it from me anymore. Why? I know, I know — People like to hear the latest dirt. And I know it can feel therapeutic to complain. Lord knows I’ve done enough of it over the past few years. And trust me, I’ve had some pretty good reasons to be mad. But I’m not.
Here’s why. It does NO good to be angry. It doesn’t help. It won’t make a single thing better. Complaining and expecting to move forward is like driving with your parking brake on.
I’m not forgetting. But I’m sure forgiving.
Because, I’ve got too bright of a future to be ticked off about the past.
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