The Good Girl Gone Blog

The other day, I had a talk with my dad on the drive home from the airport. I told him all about school, my internship, and the fact that I'd had another run in with that boy. You all know who I'm talking about...

(I actually didn't tell you guys that I've run into him a few times since school started. Our first interaction was completely awkward- we passed each other on the street and didn't speak. The second time we saw each other, I called him over and we had a talk. I cried in public, but felt about 100 times better because it was the first time in over 3 months that we'd spoken in person. That was the particular instance I was talking about with my dad.)

And that's when he asked me something very important:

"Alana, you're not going to hold a grudge, are you? It's not worth it."

Although I claimed I wasn't going to hold a grudge, I had to think about it  before I came to a decision. I know that as a Jew, and as a good person, I'm not supposed to hold a grudge, but that doesn't mean it's easy. This boy really hurt me, yet although I wasn't happy with his behavior, I know he's still a good person. If I didn't think that, we never would have been  friends to begin with.

So, Dad, you'll be happy to know, I made the decision to stop holding that nagging grudge. And you know what- I feel so much better. When I saw that boy yesterday, I smiled, gave him a big hug and told him I missed him and that I wanted to try to make this friend thing work. He looked shocked, but admitted he missed me too.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted. Clearly everything isn't going to go back to normal just yet, but it's a start. I guess all I needed was a little time and some advice from someone who loves me.

Like I told Rachel L, yesterday I did a "grown up" thing. I feel mature.

Photo of my Dad via Michal