So, needless to say, I didn't pray. I tried once and it felt unnatural and forced and creepy.
Life is a comical thing, though.
A recent conversation flooded my brain and made me wonder if I was carrying around waayyyy too much animosity toward this person. Why would I carry it this long? Why did I think it would matter? How do you let it go? You just let. it. go. Quack, quack, water off my back. That easy, it was gone.
I called this person later and told him I hoped he'd find happiness one day. I told him I thought he deserved to be happy. Strangely, after wishing so much ill upon him for so long, I meant what I'd said. I gave him my opinion and wished him well. My heart is happy for the possibilities he has.
I'm not a hippie chick. I don't flash peace signs and think we should all live on a big ol' commune. I think shaving and bathing are really, really important. (Yes, I'm aware peace signs are back in style and I'm using stereotypes.) I didn't wake up to sunshine and doves singing. Somehow, though, I'm lighter.