Forgiveness isn’t always about them—it’s about us. For years, I carried the weight of anger, guilt, and expectation. But the truth is, I don’t owe him grace. I owe it to myself. This is my story of finding peace, not in forgiving the person who hurt me, but in finally forgiving myself.
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Greetings from the Wasteland
Well greetings from the Wasteland. Have a lot of tasks to do in the non-wasteland but I am choosing a little bit of escape right now. The new fishing in the game is fun and I actually caught one of the local Legends just now. For those of you playing along at home it …
Three Days, Two Procedures, and One Tradition I’m (trying to) Breaking
Two days turned into three, and they were truly awful. Let me explain. In a rite of passage I could have lived without, I had a colonoscopy on Monday—and then, because one wasn’t enough fun, I had another on Tuesday. The culprit? An improper bowel prep that didn’t allow the doctor to fully …
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The Tangled Knot
Well, isn’t that just lovely? I managed to hit some mystery key sequence that deleted the work I’d already started on this post. Given my current streak of writer’s block, maybe that’s a blessing in disguise. Or maybe it’s just another opportunity to stare at the blinking cursor and mutter expletives at my laptop. …