I have been blessed that my life has been more good than bad, more happy than sad (it seems I've also been blessed with the ability to inadvertently make rhymes). My life isn't always easy, but I really can't complain, especially since so many of the difficult times were pretty much self inflicted. I've always been of the opinion that everything I do and especially those things done to me has made me who I am. Change one thing or forget one lesson learned, and my entire life could be drastically different. So when I read the challenge for Day 21, I honestly drew a blank.
What is the one thing you wish you could forget?The more I thought about it, the more I realize how blessed I have been. I know people who have been through hell and back, who have suffered, who have witnessed or been subjected to unspeakable, unforgivable acts. I can't even start to comprehend how they pick up the pieces of their broken hearts and broken lives and go on living in a world who just can't relate to them anymore on so many levels. When I think back, there just isn't anything in my life that has affected me so profoundly that I would pray for it to be wiped from my memory. Yes, there has been pain, but I know that I grew from that pain, I learned from that pain. It made me stronger and wiser and it helped me become the woman I am now. I'm not saying that I'm someone to be held in great esteem, but anyone who's known me over the years has to admit that I've grown.
So I'm left with a sea of white to fill with a memory that doesn't really exist. There was one instance that crossed my mind, something that I do not dwell on but that creeps up on me at my most insecure times. I pondered that memory for awhile and came to the conclusion that even it does not qualify for total erasure (and to be perfectly honest, it is a part of my life that I will never discuss in this blog).