It comes around again. No matter how much I know and how much I try to change this one comes around again. It’s sneaky too; I call it by other names: I say, “I’m annoyed” or “hurt” or “challenged”. Sometimes I play the “I’m too spiritual for my shirt” game and think about how sad it is that he or they are less spiritually evolved than me.
Yes, I even bring God into it.
And then I realize, “Oh, this is resentment! (again)—and it’s mine!”
Last week I heard a woman talking about how much she resented her ex, and she talked about his ex who was the reason they are now ex, and how when they were together she was resentful at him for not being more resentful of his ex. Hearing her describe that tangle made me laugh—which, gratefully began to help me take one step out of my resentment.
The other thing that always helps me release the stickiness of resentment is this saying that I learned in Alanon:
“Resentment is like setting yourself on fire and hoping the other person dies of smoke inhalation”.
(The matches are always in my pocket.)
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