I'm not a very forgiving person. I bear a grudge or two. I blame it on my vivid memory of details, conversations, tone of voice, clothes one wears - all forever riveted in my brain. Sometimes played over and over again, relieving those moments of awfulness.
But I want to change. I want to be a better person. So I'm starting this week fresh by forgiving.
♥ I forgive the crazy people I run into every morning at the jogging park. Yes, YOU - the one who jogs backwards - INTO ME. And YOU - the one who waves your arms wildly while you run past me scratching my skin with your nails. And YOU three - the ones who insist on hogging the whole path jogging abreast. I forgive you.
♥ I forgive hubs who frequently flings his ear phone onto my face while he sleeps causing me to wake up in the morning in terror thinking an alien is trying to impregnate me through the mouth. And that explains why I wake up with a scream. I forgive you.
♥ I forgive the Chinatown woman who sold me inferior iron-on interfacing after informing me that the iron-on interfacing I have been buying from her since 2009 was out of stock and will no longer be manufactured. I forgive you.
♥ I forgive the train commuters for the disgusting look they're going to give me tomorrow because after a long day searching for iron-on interfacing I will be nodding my head off on the train because trains just make me sleep. I forgive you.
♥ I forgive myself for not being capable of making something brilliant every single week. I forgive you.
♥ I forgive you if you find these 2 crescent bags adorable. They are.
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