...Avoiding Your Blog Responsibilities and Letting Anger Slide Away
Posted by Steven Wingate at 2/28/2008 5:51 AM and is filed under Anger (Wasting Energy on),Reconciliation,Marriage,Divorce 
Mea culpa, my darling masses out there in the internet ether who have been wondering where I’ve been for the past month. Mea maxima culpa. But it has been dreadfully hard for me to write this blog, and not because of the usual excuses like being busy preparing to market myself when the book comes out, grading too much, having sick kids, etc.
No. It’s because a while after my posting on January 17, “...the Idiot who Faints at his Own Wedding,” I got an email from my ex-wife that began a sweet, let-bygones-be-bygones conversation that I hope will continue.
So you might see, dear reader, how this would blow my mind more than a little bit. My ex had been at the top of my “Do not speak to under any circumstances” list, my “person who shall not be named unless X amount of alcohol is consumed” list, for seventeen years. But all she had to do was say I’m sorry for how it ended and pretty soon we’re sending each other pictures of our respective kids. Pretty soon we’re making plans to see each other in southern Vermont when my family and I pass through this summer on the way to the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference.
This new development is really quite wonderful when I consider how much energy I’ve wasted over the aforementioned seventeen years in being angry at her. If I hadn’t been angry, what could I have done with all that energy? Advanced the cause of world peace, written more productively, smiled more, invented something that would eradicate a disease and/or make me perverse amounts of money, etc.
Obviously it’s too late to think about what I might have done, since that energy is gone—wasted long ago. But how nice it is to feel like that energy doesn’t need to keep reproducing itself! To let it go and be able to wish happiness on someone I loved!
Thus explains my absence from the blogosphere. I knew I couldn’t blog another line without getting this off my chest. I shall now commence to again regularly regale you with tales so improbable and/or true-to-life that, while reading them, you will briefly feel the firmament of heaven open before you click away to another page.
No. It’s because a while after my posting on January 17, “...the Idiot who Faints at his Own Wedding,” I got an email from my ex-wife that began a sweet, let-bygones-be-bygones conversation that I hope will continue.
So you might see, dear reader, how this would blow my mind more than a little bit. My ex had been at the top of my “Do not speak to under any circumstances” list, my “person who shall not be named unless X amount of alcohol is consumed” list, for seventeen years. But all she had to do was say I’m sorry for how it ended and pretty soon we’re sending each other pictures of our respective kids. Pretty soon we’re making plans to see each other in southern Vermont when my family and I pass through this summer on the way to the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference.
This new development is really quite wonderful when I consider how much energy I’ve wasted over the aforementioned seventeen years in being angry at her. If I hadn’t been angry, what could I have done with all that energy? Advanced the cause of world peace, written more productively, smiled more, invented something that would eradicate a disease and/or make me perverse amounts of money, etc.
Obviously it’s too late to think about what I might have done, since that energy is gone—wasted long ago. But how nice it is to feel like that energy doesn’t need to keep reproducing itself! To let it go and be able to wish happiness on someone I loved!
Thus explains my absence from the blogosphere. I knew I couldn’t blog another line without getting this off my chest. I shall now commence to again regularly regale you with tales so improbable and/or true-to-life that, while reading them, you will briefly feel the firmament of heaven open before you click away to another page.
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