Soon after I visited Norman Cay in the northern Exumas, Karen shared with me how playwright Norman Lear kept his positive attitude, vibrant perspective, quick wit and clever sense of humor during his lifetime. His strategy - remind himself that everything is transitory...that nothing is permanent....all will change....one's present is all there is.
Reminders phrases for various moving forward (even if you aren't sailing the Bahamas).
Been there, done that
Knocked locked-out, boarded doors
Wrung chimes too many times
No use staying when no one's home
The bell doesn't answer itself.
"Forget about it, Champ, There's another round coming up."
Like itchy bitty bug bites
Demanding finger lingering rubs
Doesn't help, hurt or heal hearts
Only reddens scabs and scars
The longer surface we scratch.
The more ourselves we harm .
Pushed my replay once too often
No gain listening to scratchy records
I've heard them before, old worn out tune
"Then just turn down the volume."
Isn't the same as not listening
Better to turn off the lingering lyrics
And become anew recording artist
Nothing healthy in dishing rehash
Only gnawing grissel and chopped beefs
Grinding teeth, flapping gums up joints
We become what we digest
Time to scrap regrets and resentments
Time to serve "good" mornings and byes
Wholesome plates become either
Tall orders or long awaiters
Seeing only ourselves in our reflections.
Holds us back from knowing our now
No sense crying for spilt milk
Clock turning back doesn't work either
No do-overs, makeover, mulligans
Can't redo, rewrite history,
Only making amends forgives us
Muckraking gets us stuck
Trudged that dusty, muddy path
My soles soiled and scuffed
My boots stuck in quandary
My feet sweaty and sore
Couldn't move until my heal was free
Never wanted to step on your toes
Moving forward, no more pussy footing
May have to leave old boots behind
Cleaning off what we left, never could
Holding onto wouldas, couldas, shouldas
Or faults, flaws or egos
Only rusts away recovery
Gets no one nowhere
Can't alter or fix mistakes
Let it all go; give it all up.
Best to forgive and pave a new way.
Blame games point inwards
Grudges only burden ourselves
Our faults lay in more than our stars
Weighted down by our certitude
Put it down, leave alone
Fond memories carry lightness best
No one's views clears alone
Unraveling, rewinding, reminding
Hardest part is entrusting ourselves
Fears only shackle our ignorance
When our pasts outlast our presents
Pealing off our outdated casts
Putting down our rusty swords
Hiding isn't biding; its biting.
It's just baggage ready to burst
Tis a feathery bygone gripe
Grudges only weigh ourselves down
Anger, fear only burn holes in hearts
Life but a blink to brood over spilt milk.
No easy task to forgive ourselves first
Making amends takes courage.
So too does "I was also wrong."