Rule No.70 – Don’t carry a grudge. While you’re carrying the grudge, the other guy is out dancing.

Classic. Tell you what, until recently I have been quite a good grudge holder. Big Guy and myself were quite good at it, while Mother Goose and Knitting Nancy are the total opposite. They would bite your head off and within 5 mins of the fight, offer you a cup of tea. Not Big Guy and I, we would need to go off and have some time to process it and give you a time out before we would consider a conversation with you again.

But after some life experiences and situations, I have seen that the only person that suffers from you holding a grudge, is you. You miss out on that cup of tea and watch as the other person goes out dancing without a care in the world, meeting new people, laughing, having fun. It’s easier to hold a grudge though, than to forgive someone, that I have to admit, but if you don’t forgive, you just doing yourself an injustice.

Lesson leant? Be mad at that person, but know when to forgive, let go and move on.

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