Sympathy for the Devil
I've reaching compassion for Dr. Y., who fired me yesterday. (I thought she meant to throw out a bag of shoes left by the trash; she didn't. Although she caught me before the shoes went to Goodwill, and all were returned safely, she canned me.)
She is not a happy person. Some of the things I wrote about her were unkind. I wish I had sat and made kala before writing, not after. I'm still angry, and still think I was treated unfairly. I'm still sitting with the larger question of how to forgive people who have treated me badly, and see their point of view, and be compassionate, and yet not be a doormat. It's a tough one.
But at least today, I'm getting there.
Accio Twins! Accio Peacock!
She is not a happy person. Some of the things I wrote about her were unkind. I wish I had sat and made kala before writing, not after. I'm still angry, and still think I was treated unfairly. I'm still sitting with the larger question of how to forgive people who have treated me badly, and see their point of view, and be compassionate, and yet not be a doormat. It's a tough one.
But at least today, I'm getting there.
Accio Twins! Accio Peacock!