My Mom is an advice bomber.  She doesn’t barrage you, but when she drops a useful tidbit, it’s impactful.  I live with problems that I can control. Sometimes, I don’t. And when I don’t, I make mistakes.  I’ve also learned to hold on to my mistakes. I don’t know if that’s a result of guilt, being Catholic, a repressed Hispanic trait, or being a son - I don’t know! But I am my own worst critic. Who isn’t?  I think no one, but recently I’ve started to consider my Mom the exception - which is a surprise if you know my Mom.  “You need to forgive yourself.“Look, I can engage in self-love all day long. Self-pity? Not my thing. Self-indulgence? Have you seen the custard posts? But, self-forgiveness???! To forgive means to relent anger, to give up resentment, to absolve payment. My existence if about giving in, stepping into, and doing more. How can I do the opposite?

Last modified on 2020-08-09