I have a long list of people who’ve done me wrong – small slights or large ones . Depending on the era, I could fill in all sort of people for the villain’s role.
But I’m writing this on New Year’s Day and there’s something about the freshness of the date that makes it easier to let all that go.
And it’s also true how much time heals things, or if not heals things, then at least takes the sting out a bit.
Who does me those wrongs? I don’t feel like giving them the extra weight of my attention or light of my thought.
The Hamlet Project 