Little Moments-Big Dreams

 Not long ago, an acquaintance made a snide remark about something. It rubbed me the wrong way. Thankfully, in that moment, I pasted a smile on and moved on. But a few minutes later, as the words this person said lodged deeper in my mind, I wanted so badly to retort. But I didn’t. Instead, I silently fumed and wished I had the nerve to confront this person about the way they spoke. Have you ever been there? I feel like I’m there way too often. A person’s remark hits me in the wrong way and later as I muse further, I become more and more hurt or angry or just plain annoyed.  I remember times when I have whispered an entire speech , knowing I’d never actually have the nerve to look the person in the eye and say my well crafted rant. Instead, I usually allow resentment toward that person to build until they are an enemy in my mind. Recently, I had an "aha" moment: when someone  makes a hurtful comment to me, my defensive feelings reveal that I’ve taken a normal longing to be adm