I could definitely end up a bitter and spiteful woman. The potential in me is clear. It's a daily, sometimes hourly, effort to make sure I don't fall into that trap.
Bad things happen to good people. But they also happen to bad people. They happen to everyone. It's inescapable. I'm choosing to find the light in the darkness, and when I just can't, I strike a match. I make a light.
Using the pain and the hurt as tinder, I pluck some memory or thought of pure goodness out of my heart and swipe it against the flint of disaster. The resulting spark spreads and lights up my anguish and sets it on fire.
Sometimes I stand a little too close to the flames and I get burned. That's when I vent my fury and spew out all manner of hate and vitriol against those who have wronged me.
More times than not, I stand far enough back to let the fire burn away the hurt and despair into ash, which then scatters into the wind with each deep and cleansing breath I take.
I will not be bitter about the struggles I face. I will not let those struggles define me.
I am strong and confident. I am loving and kind. I am funny and smart. If I let the bitterness take over, it will destroy all the good in me.
I have the one thing that keeps the bitterness at bay: hope.
Hope that better things are coming.
April 3, 2017