We all make terrible mistakes. The worse kinds are those that make sleeping impossible. The ones where you are left wondering, “Is that really who I am?” Look, we’ve all been there and in my mind there is nothing more annoying than hearing people mouth off platitudes like “There are no mistakes – only lessons”
For a long time I thought I could cheat the system and kick the Universe’s ass. “Hmm, if I can find the meaning in this mess then maybe I could get on with my life.” But it didn’t work like that at all. It was never the mistake that made looking in the mirror impossible. It was uncovering the deep rooted reasons that lead to it.
I had no choice but to sit with all those crap feeling for a long, long time. So much so that I could not bear to be near certain places. It was all too explosive; to close to the bone. Then yesterday something happened that I did not anticipate. I was granted a “get-out-of-jail” pass.
I stood in a place that I associated with being hurt, disregarded and forgotten. I stood there…opened my mouth and sang. While I sang I thought, “Damn you people for hurting me! I own this place now bitches!” And in a flash the place I once associated with pain was replaced by something a lot more pleasurable and satisfying….
It’s so easy to say “I forgive you” and not really mean it. Being able to forgive in all earnest has everything to do with reclaiming your power. I got to do with through something that has always made every experience more meaningful – music. And that’s when one the penny dropped – I finally learnt something…