Yesterday as I stood in the shower, thinking about the week ahead, I felt tension entering my shoulders. I looked for some anchor to help me. An image of Sade popped in my head. Bear with me; there’s a history here.
Years ago, I sat in my aunt’s apartment, upset about something I’ve long forgotten. Stronger Than Pride played on the stereo. Song after song played as I cried my heart out in the dark living room. Then this song came on. As I listened to the words, I suddenly stopped crying.
In the past thirty-two years, I have returned to this song when I felt the world on my shoulders. So why the return this week? For the past few months, I have been navigating a tense situation. Repeatedly my expertise has been questioned, but this week my intent was questioned. Question my knowledge, and I will invite you to prove me wrong. I am an Aries after all. But to have someone accuse me of acting in bad faith. Whoa!
Now I’m not going to say I told myself to ignore the haters and move forward. While I know how I walk in the world, I know perception is a bitch. So I engaged in some deep self-reflection and acknowledged places where my actions could have landed differently than I expected. The thing is the person said I set out to hurt them. I reflected on every interaction. I thought about the fact that I liked this person and wanted their success. I couldn’t think of anything that could have made them think differently.
In addition to reflecting on my relationship with this person, I reflected on who I was. I rarely harbor ill will towards anyone. If I don’t like you, I don’t engage more than what’s necessary. My baseline is polite. I don’t give my energy to things that don’t feed me. Launch plots against my enemies? Who is worth the investment of time and negative energy? No one is. I don’t have time for revenge. I believe you get what you give. What you put out into the world comes back to you.
After sitting with all of my thoughts, I realized I had to make peace with the situation. Like that situation, when I first heard Sade’s “Keep Looking,” this would be forgotten with time. One could say that maybe I should address the conflict but is resolution possible? At the moment, I don’t think there is. I wish the person well, but I’ve moved on.