I used to hold grudges like a child clinging to their mother on the first day of kindergarten. I couldn’t let them go. The things people said to me were stored in individual files in my brain marked with their name. The things I hate file bigger than the things I love. People piling up like scattered notes on a desk. The grudges I held becoming a dark mess. I started organizing my thoughts. Filtering out the bad and pouring in the good. I learned that I just needed to forgive and move on. Even if the people who caused my negative thoughts never know, I no longer have a grudge against them,
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