Monday, over lunch, my friend said to me, “I’ve only really been mad at you once. . .and that was Friday”. She took a bite of her burger and said, “Clearly I hold a grudge”. 

Clearly she is fluent in sarcasm.

And I was kinda mad at her, too. Yet in the midst of being angry with each other on Friday, we were still able to come together and work alongside each other without serious injury to either party. Because, really, whatever we were frustrated about just wasn’t worth it. What lies ahead is so much bigger and so much better than whatever it was that was so aggravating at the time. I’m sure it has something to do with “I love you always, but I don’t always like you”, I don’t know. 

I’m not good at not holding a grudge. . .really, I’m not. But what I’m learning is, more often than not, it’s just not worth it. Being angry weighs you down. It impacts relationships with other people, not to mention your relationship with the person you’re angry with. It keeps you from good things. 

If I had stayed mad at her all weekend, I would’ve missed a really great opportunity on Monday.

And it just isn’t worth it.