“Grudge who grudge it.” ~ Anne Boleyn

We call it an Irish thing. No one can hold a grudge as long as we can.

I seem to have missed this gene. I don’t hold grudges. Eventually, I just separate myself from those who are destructive to my life. But, I do not wish them ill.

That being said, I don’t forget, either. 🙂

My quote on our whiteboard today seemed silly to me at 5:00 a.m., but led to deep discussion. Especially with Maddie.

“I don’t hold grudges. I hold memories that prepare me for our next encounters.”

Maddie – “So, isn’t that the same as a grudge?”
Me – “Not really. There’s no animosity in remembering.”
Maddie – “But, when you remember, don’t you just want to punch them in their stupid faces?”

I find this very specific.

Of course, when I asked who needed to be punched in the face, she said “no one.” Perhaps it was just her usual morning mood. She doesn’t have the sunniest disposition in the morning.

It got me thinking, though. I run, I swim, I’ll hit the heavy bag, rearrange furniture, when I’m upset. So, I have a physical catharsis to accompany my “bad” mood. Then, when I’m done, the mood is gone and I’m feeling light.

Where do you stand? Grudges, or no grudges?

Just idle curiosity from me tonight. 🙂

Blessings to you all…