The art of forgiveness is not my strong suit. It’s not something I’m necessarily proud of, but don’t I deserve a point or two for owning up to it?
No matter how many ways I’ve tried – and I have tried – it always feels like it’s for the other person. Mind you, I’m not the type to stand around sticking needles in anyone’s voodoo doll, but as far as the whole ceremony of, “Oh, you tried to break me, but now we’re OK – really!” I could kind of care less. Life goes on, I move on and I’d rather not burn my good candles to honor old situations. My dear friend, Courtney, who is celebrating his birthday as I type this post, thinks I’m evil because of it. I disagree, often.
So, that brings me to my horoscope, which I just got around to reading at 9pm. Here’s the opener:
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