I tell myself that my experiences mark me like they would a tree: the impressions I have of my life are represented in years’ worth of rings worn into my core. That said, there is a world of difference between the way I live and how my lineage experienced the world. My roots are full of survivors because most of my forebearers did not thrive: they overcame. Then, they passed on what they knew to subsequent generations.
A lot of it was ripe, and a lot of it was rot. Hence why I find myself needing to do the work of sifting the wheat from the chaff, of striving to discern the worthwhile from what will not serve me. A significant amount of that exercise requires unlearning my legacy.
There is a vast difference between what I saw as being problematic versus agreeable behaviour in the past and now. I don’t relate in the same way with my loved ones or even with myself as I did before.
There are a great many decisions my progenitors made that I will not perpetuate because I have had to contend with their harmful consequences. There are a great many choices that I made that I will not repeat, because I have learned to recognize their undesirable patterns and nip them in the bud.
In this section, I address the choices made to make sure that old mistakes won’t get the chance to reincarnate into new ones.
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