Don't Pick the Scab

So, I seem to never be able to learn, and I keep making the same mistake over and over.


This week, someone did something that hurt my heart, wounded me deeply. She apologized right away, and I frankly forgave her in my heart. But thennnnnnnnnnnnnn, I repeated the situation to a family member. When I should have just put the whole thing aside, forgotten about it. Repeating the incident completely reopened the wound!


Immediately, I realized what I'd done. Why? Why did I do that to myself? And to the person who hurt me and apologized? It wasn't necessary. The wound could have healed, but I picked the scab.


Luckily, given the opportunity twice over afterward to retell the story, I resisted! The wound has not reopened, and the scab is starting to heal already (thanks not in small part to a wonderful experience listening to General Conference.)


So maybe I am learning something. SLOWLY. Foolishly.


This is the lesson to me: when I'm hurt, it doesn't help to share the pain with someone else. Especially if the incident is no longer an issue.


Let it go, they say. Let it go.
It's time to forgive. It's time to FORGET.