control – Kai Raines

There was a prompt this morning in my Oprah’s “The Life You Want” calendar. Yes, I am the person who still keeps a paper calendar, two actually. I’m happy you could meet me. Check that off your bucket list. You’re welcome. Anyway, in the planner there was a question that I thought was intriguing, “How do I know when I’ve truly forgiven someone? How do I feel?” I found myself wondering how do I feel? And how do I know?

I have been thinking about the idea of forgiving and forgetting for a few months now. It started with a Brandi Carlile song in which she says that it’s harder to forgive than to forget. I got stuck on that idea and wondering if it’s true. I consider myself a forgiving person, so how do I know that I’ve forgiven someone, and do we ever really forget?

I come from a family that keeps score. And I mean a detailed accounting of everything you’ve ever done wrong. And not just that you were wrong but how you were wrong and exactly how wrong you were. There are family members who would be happy to recite your lifetime of egregious behavior and all the tragic results…usually none…only tragic to the scorekeeper. It’s Irish Alzheimer’s, you forget everything except the grudges. Do I even need to say that my grandmother was born in Ireland? Probably not.

The question Oprah asked before the knowing if you’ve truly forgiven someone, was “Is it possible to forgive and forget?” I don’t know. I believe we are capable of forgiveness. I also believe we are capable of convincing ourselves that we’ve forgiven something or someone when we haven’t. When it’s easier to believe we’re done with all that. We say we’ve forgiven, but have we?

Forgive means, “an intentional decision to let go of resentment and anger or cancel a debt.” Now to forget means, “fail to remember, neglect to do, bring, or mention something, put something out of one’s mind.” It seems like forgiving is something you have to do. You have to try to forgive and work at it. But you can’t try to forget because then you are remembering in order to forget, and how could that possibly work? It’s confusing. To forget I must willfully ignore something but how can I forget when I am remembering in order to willfully ignore it. Maybe we can’t forget.

Forgiveness is deliberate. You make a decision to forgive, to release whatever feelings you have so they are no longer prominent in your life…or a main focus of your thoughts and feelings. Forget has many synonyms including disregard, ignore, neglect, overlook, slight…just to name a few. Passing over something without giving it due attention or willfully ignoring also describes forgetting. Those don’t seem so helpful. Forgiving takes extra attention and forgetting takes willful ignoring.

I’m not sure forgetting should be our goal. Ignoring, disregarding, neglecting, those are not activities we need to strengthen. It’s similar to repressing or denying our feelings. Trying not to feel because it’s less painful or to forget because it’s easier than dealing with your feelings or the person who hurt you. In general, repressing and denying are not the best practices for us. Those are the things we do that keep us stuck in patterns and habits we wish we would break free from.

I know we can forgive. I don’t think we forget. We can’t erase our minds. Our memories are a part of us. All the events of our lives have shaped who we have become…and are becoming. Maybe forgetting isn’t in our best interest. If we forget, aren’t we at risk of repeating the same mistakes again and again?

I think that the the actual memory of who or what did something bad to us is not the issue. It’s the meaning we attach to that memory, or the repetitive thought of that memory, that’s the problem. We give all of our experiences in our life meaning…we connect them to the story that we tell ourselves…it’s the story of us that we currently believe. That story makes it impossible for us to forgive, let go, and move forward in our lives. We’re stuck spinning the same story over and over again…until, maybe someday, we can do something new. Make a different choice.

About ten years ago I had a very close friendship end, and I didn’t know why. I tried to find out by calling, texting, emailing, and finally a handwritten letter. None of which got a response from my former friend. I was left to make my own meaning out of that experience because I couldn’t get any information from the source. I have not forgotten that time in my life. When I look back on it there’s still a twinge of pain and sadness because of the end of the relationship. Have I forgiven her? Yes. Have I forgiven myself? Yes. I blamed myself for a long time, even though there no specific reason why I was to blame. After ten years I still don’t know what happened. That incident is no longer prominent in the story of my life. I have been able to file it away in a permanent “I don’t know” place and let it be. I have forgiven but I still remember…although much less often.

Now I can’t stop a thought from popping into my head. Thoughts come and go all day every day. I can’t stop a thought from arising, but I can stop myself from running wild with it. I can stop fixating on that thought and running down the rabbit hole of “you did me wrong” again…for the 4,000^th time. I control my responses…always. Even when it all seems crazy, I have some shaky ass kind of control. I control the story line and I control me. I can run with the “I suck as a person” theme without any evidence to back that up or I can stop the thought in its tracks. I can relax, acknowledge the memory, feel whatever I feel, and then let it go. A thought never has to become a major motion picture in my head. I can just let it go. I can affirm to myself that I felt sad, hurt, betrayed, disappointed, traumatized…whatever all the feelings were. I can still feel those feelings, but I’m not stuck in their grip. I control me. Emotions do not control me. I control them.

Our feelings change all the time. Sometimes it’s moment by moment. I am safe to feel all my feelings. Feelings are not a problem. Feelings are energy. Clinging to feelings or perceived wrongs is a problem. Keeping score does not help us here. Who wants to win the contest of the “most wrongs done to you?” My grandmother would have wanted to win and now my mom is up for the award. But why? How does that serve us? What does keeping score really do for us? Does it make us more compassionate or kind? Does it make us more flexible and loving? A big NO to both of those. Keeping score makes us rigid, unable to bend or to trust.

My problems arise when I make my feelings solid. When I don’t allow them to flow freely but instead, I hang on to them. I solidify my wounds and make them who I am…the most victimized person around, according to me. We might even have a false sense of righteousness…I’m better than you because you hurt me so. You done me wrong, as we say in the south, and now I will tell you all about it. Every moment of my pain described for you in excruciating detail. I have a firm grip on my pain and I’m not ever letting go. And if I can’t let it go, I’ll make sure you can’t either.

Let’s be real…forgiveness is hard. It’s hard to let go of something or someone who caused us pain. It’s hard not to retaliate. It’s hard to go high when they go low. Forgiveness does not just happen. Forgiveness is a choice. It’s a choice to move forward. A choice to live and move and breathe. It’s a choice for freedom. Our own freedom and perhaps for the person who hurt us as well. It’s a choice to honestly assess what we lost. It’s a choice to let it go. When I choose freedom for myself, I choose it for you too. That’s the gift of forgiveness.

Forgiveness is not earned. It’s a gift. Maybe if I had to earn forgiveness it’d be easier for me to forgive myself and easier to forgive someone else. Maybe then forgiving would make more sense, or be easier, because I earned it…you earned it. I deserve it. Really no one deserves forgiveness, do they? We give a tremendous gift when we forgive someone who has hurt us, or we forgive ourselves. We let ourselves off the hook for something wrong or hurtful that we did. And we let other people off the hook as well. We make a choice to leave the past in the past, where it belongs.

So, let’s be real…I’m choosing forgiveness…vulnerability and forgiveness…because forgiving is a vulnerable place to be. I choose to not to forget. What I remember instructs me. I will decide who I want to be. I make the choices, and I choose not to allow bitterness and resentment to define me…to become me. I am so much more. I am not stuck unless I choose it. I am fluid and changing all the time. To be alive is to be in a constant state of change.

We learn by loving and by forgiving. I’m not going to forget. I learn by remembering. We learn by remembering. Let’s remember that love always wins. So always choose love.

I recently celebrated my 63^rd birthday. I have been thinking for a while now that each person’s birthday should be their own personal New Years Day. Instead of some forced midnight tradition on January 1^st it should be an individual occasion, shared with people of your choosing. Certainly, when we’re born that’s the original new year, new day, new moment. Every single thing is brand new. You may have a muffled recognition of some voices or sounds, like people talking under water, but everything else is new. Every thing, every person, every experience brand new…that’s exhausting. No wonder babies sleep so much.

Seriously though, on my Happy New Birthday Year I like to think about the past year and what I’ve learned and to think about where I’m headed, what I want to learn, what I want to change, what I want to be (if I ever grow up), not so much “what” as “who” and “how” I want to be.

What did I learn? That I can’t control everything and everyone, although sometimes I really want to. I don’t know what is best for everyone in every situation, although I often think I do. Other people’s choices don’t define me or make me good or bad. Sometimes things just are how they are, and everyone is doing the best they can, even if it’s not what I want. I continue to learn about loving, forgiving, and letting go. I learned more about being honest without being mean. Sometimes the truth is painful, but it doesn’t need to be intentionally mean or hurtful. I learned that people are allowed to have their own feelings and to feel them, even if I don’t like it or am uncomfortable with it. People having feelings is not an attempt to hurt me. Turns out I really am not the center of the universe…damn it.

Continuing on…I’m learning that I can’t force people to have relationships they don’t want or to love people just because it makes me more comfortable, and I want them to. I get to have feelings too…all of them, even if my feelings make other people uncomfortable. It’s not my job to make people feel good, although I really like to. And people make mistakes and fuck up sometimes intentionally and more often accidentally. Either way they are still good people. And I don’t think it’s so much intentionally as it is unconsciously. Most people don’t set out to intentionally cause another person pain, but we do it all the time. That doesn’t make anyone a bad person. It makes us people who lack awareness. Awareness of what we are doing, why we’re doing it, and how it may impact other people. So much of what we do is habitual, and we don’t take the time to investigate why we do what we do. Everyone wants to be happy, sometimes we look for happiness in fucked up ways.

This next year I need to continue learning all the same things, in different configurations, but the same general ideas. I need to understand and change some of my habits, for example shutting down when I experience conflict. I do not like conflict, but it happens, and I need to be present with it. I need to feel my feelings even when they scare me. I need to worry less about my own comfort and more about my ability to be honest with myself and others. I don’t like other people to be uncomfortable, but I need to be honest and then allow people to manage their own emotions. Other people’s emotions are not my responsibility, regardless of what they think, or how guilty I feel…thank you Catholicism.

I need to stop allowing other people’s needs or wants to push my needs aside. I am allowed to need. I am allowed to meet my needs. I can be a priority to myself. It isn’t selfish to take care of myself. It’s selfish to expect other people to meet my needs, especially if I haven’t voiced them. People who love me do not need to read my mind. I can be open and honest about how I feel and what I need.

Here’s something real…I have 10 tattoos. I once had someone tell me I was the last person they ever thought would have tattoos, not sure what that meant. Anyway, I love when people explain their tattoos to me…why they picked them, what they mean. Now it turns out that these tattoos of mine cover everything I’ve learned, am learning, and need to learn. I watched a movie once that talked about our bodies being primarily water. A Japanese scientist,Masaru Emoto did an experiment by taping a word on the outside of a container of water to see how that word or intention might affect the molecular structure of water. He found that positive words, like love and kindness, formed beautiful, symmetrical crystalline structures when the water was frozen. When the words were negative, like hate and anger, the molecules formed disorganized, asymmetrical molecular structures.

So, what are the messages I put on my watery body to affect my molecules? In no particular order, they are the divine feminine or ground of being, endless possibilities, wealth, fearlessness, courage, the present, a lotus, equality, and my own symbol for integrity. It turns out I’ve put permanent symbols on my body of all the things I want to learn and be. So isn’t it serendipitous that any time I need a reminder I just have to look at myself. And don’t we always need to look at ourselves? The answer is right in front of me, well in front of me, or behind me. That was clever of me, and kind of coincidental.

Now the meaning of all those messages…Prajnaparamita, the great mother or ground of being, tattooed close to my heart…my ground of being. Not a white man with a beard, as God is often depicted, but a great mother, a divine feminine energy, a spiritual grounding. The courage to be present. Fearlessness, not having no fear but moving forward regardless of fear. And I am capable of so much…there are endless possibilities for me. Integrity meaning to be intact and whole. Wealth, not just physical wealth but spiritual and relationship wealth. A lotus, because it reminds me that out of shit something beautiful can grow…it doesn’t have to, but it can. That brings me to allowing. Letting go of my desire to control everything and allowing what is to be. Not fighting reality…a frequent pastime of mine. And equality…of course equality for all people, always. We should all have equality tattoos because that should be the ground under everyone everywhere always.

Let’s be real, I need to be more courageous. I think we all need more courage. I need to be courageous enough to be present in my life and the lives of those around me. I want to live fearlessly allowing what is to be. I have two more tattoos I want to permanently be a part of me, generosity and love wins. Wealth in any area of my life means so much less if I cling to it instead of spreading it around, generously.

Love, integrity, allowing, spiritual grounding, generosity, courage, and more love. Love should the beginning and ending of everything we do, think, and are. Now stop, rewind, pause, and repeat, repeat, repeat. For love to win it has to be on continuous repeat, forever. In the end, all that matters is how we love people. May our ability to love, growbigger and deeper each Happy New Birthday Year…because love must win…that’s what’s real.

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