Reflection:
I almost ate today.
Not because I was hungry.
Because I was angry.
Because I wanted to slam a door or scream at someone or disappear.
But instead, I sat with it.
Didn’t like it. Didn’t fix it. Didn’t eat it.
Resentment is a bastard.
It dresses up like justice, but it feeds my disease.
I let God have it today. Not because I’m holy —
but because I want to be free more than I want to be right.
Still…
Still abstinent.
Still resentful.
Still willing to hand it over.