Yes it sucked, all that was done to you. You were just minding your own business, living life, being loyal to that person, that job, that thing. Then all of a sudden the rug was pulled out from under you right? You lost your footing and fell . . . hard. Maybe you even hit your head and was rendered a big, crying, pathetic blob of heartbreak and woes. And those wrong doers, humph . . . they got away like a successful bank heist gone really good. And a mess was left in its place. That mess was you. There, there. I know.
The heist left your finances in shambles. The inside of your home . . . and you . . . were left in disarray. You never saw it coming. You never thought the thievery of your life and your time and your years and your energy and your love and YOU was even possible. How could you have been so blind? How could you have been so stupid? You didn’t plan for this. If you knew, you would’ve prepared. Saved money. Had separate credit cards and bank accounts. Gone out with the girls or the fellas more. Not given up your dreams and goals. Got your gym in. Done your hair and nails regularly. Savored your family and friends more. Not relocated to another state. If you only thought things would go south one day you’d have pulled back. Held back. Worried less about them or him or her or that thing. Done you. There, there. I know.
So what you did was you wallowed in it slowly like an ant stuck in molasses. You lathered up your skin in the mess the bank robbers left behind. You lapped up the hurt like a thirsty puppy. You rolled around in dismay like a little piglet in a muddy pen. You inhaled the abandonment like a long drag on a weed stick. You let the hurt and misery seep into your core and fester like termites invading your dream home. There, there. I know.
Well, now that you’ve given yourself some time to wallow in it and roll around in it . . . don’t stay in it. Don’t live in it. Shed it. Pick yourself up. Stand up. Look up. Move on. It may take weeks, months or years to get through it, past it and over it but . . . you will. I promise. You will. But peel yourself off of it.
Then slowly but surely those people or that job and that mess . . . that mess that was you . . . will get smaller and smaller. And you’ll grow bigger and brighter. And soon that mess that was you will be a distant memory. And when you reflect on it, because you will, it will seem as if you were watching a really bad but very engrossing Lifetime movie. And that movie will become significant in the lessons and the strength you’ve gained but it will also become insignificant.
You see, those bank robbers you thought got away free and clear . . . well, they’re now in a jail all of their own doing. Its called guilt. Shame. Remorse. They may not show it but rest assured, somewhere deep down . . . they are. But you my dear friend, you’re good. Your conscience is clear. You. Are. Free. You freed yourself from the jail YOU were in. Yes dear. I know.
