My brother posted this question on Facebook earlier today.
It is one of those things that I have struggled with, and in some instances I have stood on top of the molehill and screamed “I am the King of the World” and in many cases I have been driven over by the proverbial 18-wheeler.
I spent much of today trying to write a post in answer to this question, but I got a bit stuck in my own stuff.
As you do. Or as I do.
Maybe you know the answer – or can put some light on that path where we often find we stumble:
Question: When do you get to a point where you stop paying for the mistakes you’ve made in the past? Is that the point where you forgive yourself or when you stop seeking forgiveness from others?
Profound much? My head is starting to hurt from the bigness of it all.