I bought these flowers last Sunday as a special treat to myself. Usually I get the $10 kind from the bodega, but I wanted a bouquet of the spring’s latest and greatest (ranunculus, stock, and parrot tulips). But when I got home from work a few days later, my wonderful house cleaner had thrown them away. They were still fresh, but I think it was perfectly timed because it reminded me of one of my favorite quotes:
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” –Mark Twain
I’ve been having a hard time with forgiveness recently. Not with other people, but with the hardest type, that with myself. Forgiving the guy who broke my heart, the woman who was rude at work, the person on the train who pushed me… that I can do. But, forgiving myself for having broken someone else’s heart, for being rude to someone at work, for making a bad decision (or as the case may be, many bad decisions, sometimes the same one more than once), is hard.
But there is nothing more beautiful (or productive!) than to say to yourself, “it’s ok.”
And this is what I’m going to be working on this week…