A journalist observes life in the far north.
When I was in college I went to go live in a cabin in the woods and the experience unexpectedly prompted me to let go of all bitterness.
People who know me have asked how I did it. I don’t know how it happened. It just did.
But sometimes a little bitterness sneaks up on me. I think of circumstances that were unfair. I think of people who treated me badly. My heart starts pounding. I begin to crave a day of reckoning.
When I catch myself, I start to breath. Think happy thoughts. I try to feel grateful for the wonderful life I live now. I let go. Why live in the past?