I wish I had never developed this thing
Now it’s grown so big
It is difficult to get rid of
I wish when it first entered my heart
At the very start
I had the wisdom back then to drop it
I’ve been feeding it now
For twenty-five years
It’s heavy
It’s big
And it doesn’t want to leave
I’ve sent it notice
It’s time is up
But it laughs in my face
“You need me”
But I don’t
What I want is the space
It’s valuable real estate
I could fill it with more pleasurable things to ponder
Like awe
And humour
And wonder
I’m shrinking it back day by day
This morning I can see the floor again
Pull the curtains back
It’s a fading black patch
I want to paint over it
Soon
I’ll be able to renovate this room
I just need it to move
I’m developing the muscles by lifting
But resentment
When it becomes a tenant
Takes a hell of a lot of shifting
*I tell myself, when the grievance occurs – drop it – straight away. Don’t carry the pain, the hurt of the love you expected which wasn’t returned. Don’t let it develop into a coal that you carry and think is handy to warm yourself on.
Resentment is an ink spot that you can never get out. You have to fold up that good shirt and toss it on the bin, or else walk around with a big black mark on your pocket.
It’s the most difficult thing to do, to carry a grudge, and the longer we do it, the more it becomes part of us.
We think it somehow feeds us
But like a cancer, it has formed a tumour down there unseen, eating
Without my phone in my room or any other tool, I have begun (on the advice of Neil Pasricha) to follow a two-minute practice. I have a small book beside my bed for this purpose. He calls it the two-minute thing. Every morning, once I have my coffee, I write one thing I wish to let go of, one thing I want to focus on, and one thing I am grateful for, and I reinforce my ikigai (life purpose)
What has quickly become apparent is that I enjoy writing down that old regret or resentment. So much so that I do the same practice before I go to bed at night. Hey, I’m a high achiever.
It’s humbling how many large and petty grievances I carry around. And when I look in there and ask “Who is leaving today?” I watch them happily skip away….
I feel so much better.
Resentment is as old as time. It’s mentioned many times in the Bible – the oldest book I have ever read. The warnings against it are myriad for an excellent reason. But it’s difficult to tackle old grievances. It’s best to begin on the lesser ones and then build up. I, of course, am starting on death row and working my way backwards through the prison.
The thing I have realised with grievances is if I let them go immediately when they are young and small and don’t take up much space, it is easy. But for the old inmates, especially the ones I gave life to when I didn’t know any better, they are really hard to shift. I’m trying; I don’t want my mind to house a prison. That means I have to work there and walk along feeding everyone, keeping them in line. So much easier to open the cells and turn them into something more pleasurable to have inside me. Unfortunately, what we choose to do can sometimes end up choosing us. So it’s a process.

wow! that’s one powerful metaphor; striking; you have quite a fight on your hands —
It’s always huge when you first notice something and it seems glaringly obvious that it’s a problem. After that by chipping away – it won’t take long – little chunks everyday.
you’ll get there, Kate 🙂
This is really beautiful Kate – and so relatable, too. I struggle with holding onto resentment/bearing grudges and it’s not good for us at all.