So I guess, according to Jesus and a preacher whose name is Jason (seriously, that's his name and like fifteen people I met on Sunday were named Jason as well), I'm supposed to be forgiving people.
And I really, really, REALLY like that idea. Because if I don't forgive people how am I supposed to go on with my bad self?
But, guess what? Forgiving people is hard. I mean, really, really hard. And I gave birth to two babies on the same day and all by myself, so I totally understand what hard means.
So I sent a card to someone who probably doesn't give two craps about having my forgiveness, but really needs my forgiveness anyway.
We'll see what happens.