What are you willing to forgive––no buts, no ifs, no questions asked? What complaints are you willing to drop? What grudges are you ready to forget?
Start by analyzing your surroundings: what bothers you?
A pair of clean socks on the kitchen table, unfolded. Who left them there? I did. I forgive you, socks, for being there, with some hairs (probably mine) attached. I forgive you, self, for not folding the socks and putting them in the drawer.
An apple-green notebook. It could be black, I’d like it more. But it’s green. I forgive you, notebook, for not being in my favorite color. You still help me write my morning pages.
A son sleeping at 1:40 pm. I forgive you, son, for not embodying the image I created in my mind of my son when he’d be almost 21. Even if you stay up all night, you’re still my son.
I forgive you, self, for wanting a son with specific traits that would meet my standards.
I forgive you, self, for specifying how your son would have to be to make you happy.
I forgive you, self, for believing you could use a son for your own happiness.
A job search that doesn’t materialize any employment opportunity right away. I forgive you, job market and employers, for not seeing an easy match for me. I forgive you, self, for not having followed a conventional career path.
The position is simple: you stop complaining. As a result, you stand up and get your power back. Because no job-searching process or the color of a notebook have power to make you a victim.
What are you willing to forgive to get your power back?
Love,
Carolina
Carolina Perez Sanz 