A Promise To Myself

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Most of the time.

When I make a mistake, that hurts someone, I remind myself that I need to make restitution.

Restitution is made by first apologizing, second by listening to the person when he or she explains how they feel, and then making it up to this person with a gesture. This is also the case for when I do some action that hurts myself, like a mistake I made or an opportunity I didn’t use.

It’s easy when there is a ‘good’ result, like when the apology is accepted or I forgive myself and move forward without regret.

But when an apology is not accepted, I have to remind myself-more than once-to let my expectation go, of how I want the other person to respond. Sometimes, I end up not loving me so much. I play that game of blaming myself, or the other person (It’s his/her issue), or excuse my behavior. Problem is that this deception shows up somewhere. Usually it’s in one of the loads we call “baggage.”

There is also a time to disengage. If you acknowledged what you did, apologized and tried to make up for hurting someone, or forgive yourself, then there is little more you can do except practice ‘self-love.’

This topic is beautifully illustrated by the wisdom in this poem by Sabra Bowers. She, like me, started the new year with creating an intention. My word is “Move.”  Her word is “Purge.”

After reading her poem it made me think all the stuff we carry with us, consciously or not. Her poem reminded me to go through my ‘baggage,’ throw stuff out, and move forward.

Broken Promise

self-love is letting go
of broken promises

promises I’ve made
and ones made to me

promises made with good intention
and ones made with no intention

broken promises are 
yesterday’s news

Written by,

Sabra Bowers

You can visit Sabra’s blog at Later, Ms. Slater.

 



Categories: Encouragement, Forgiveness, Inspiration, poetry, Wisdom

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3 replies

  1. Ah, baggage. All that old stuff that sometimes rears its ugly head. A lovely post, Monica, as is Sabra’s poem. I wrote today about “clutter,” which is, metaphorically at least, akin to baggage. I have plenty of both. But you’re so right; at some point, we have to move ahead. Thanks for this!

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  2. I see you going through your stuff over the next year and moving on from baggage and anything holding you back or down. Move, move, move. Very glad my poem resonated with you! Your blog post certainly resonates with me. 🙂

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  3. Gerry and Sabra,
    We all seem to be on a similar course. I’m so glad that I had a chance to read the poem and that there was triple resonance 🙂

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