And so when I see Abby relaxing, I get irritated and think: Oh, really? Another vampire movie at 2:00 p.m.? I’m resentful. But the reason I’m resentful is not because she needs to stop resting. The reason I’m resentful is that I need to listen to the part of myself that wants to rest. Now when I get annoyed and think: That must be nice, I stop and think deeper: Yeah, actually, that would be nice. Maybe I want that, too. I think of resentment as a big flashing arrow pointing me toward what I want but learned I couldn’t have. Glennon
