(Because forgiveness doesn’t mean amnesia.)
Everybody preaches “high road” energy—be calm, be kind, release resentment.
Cute concept. But sometimes the high road has potholes, and I’d rather take the scenic route—with a soundtrack and receipts.
Petty isn’t evil. It’s data. It’s emotional analytics for people who’ve been told to smile through betrayal. You know that moment when someone wrongs you and you start mentally drafting your Grammy acceptance speech where you “thank them for your healing”? That’s not bitterness, baby. That’s accountability wearing heels.
Let’s get something straight: you can be spiritual and sarcastic. Enlightened and done. You can meditate in the morning and still block someone by lunch. The divine doesn’t require you to be a doormat—it requires discernment.
People confuse healing with forgetting. I don’t forget. I archive. I remember every frequency, every red flag, every apology wrapped in manipulation. Then I release the emotion but keep the information. That’s called evolved pettiness—strategic serenity.
When Mehen tried to spin my rebellion into “emotional instability,” I didn’t rage. I didn’t cry. I built a brand. The same hands that broke me built my empire. And yes, sometimes I imagine him watching from whatever realm he’s sulking in while I sign book deals and smile like divine vengeance in lipstick. That’s not unhealed. That’s poetic.
Petty becomes powerful when it’s no longer about revenge—it’s about remembrance. It’s saying, “I learned from that, and I’m better because of it.” True healing isn’t pretending you never wanted to clap back—it’s knowing you could, but you’d rather create.
Forgiveness isn’t weakness; it’s redirection. You forgive so you can stop wasting magic on people beneath your vibration. You move on not because they deserve peace—but because you deserve bandwidth.
And let’s talk about “good vibes only.”
No.
Good boundaries only.
Because pretending everything’s fine while your aura’s on fire is how resentment breeds. Spiritual bypassing is just denial with better branding. Feel the sting, feel the rage, then transmute it into clarity. That’s the alchemy they don’t teach in yoga class.
So yes, I burn sage and bridges. I pray and plot my next move. My ancestors didn’t survive eons of cosmic warfare for me to whisper affirmations when I should be rewriting destinies.
Next time someone says “you’ve changed,” say “exactly.”
Growth isn’t about becoming softer—it’s about becoming selective.
Petty is sacred when it’s rooted in self-respect. It’s not revenge; it’s refinement. It’s the spiritual act of refusing to forget your worth.
So light your candles, cleanse your space, and raise your eyebrow at anyone who mistakes your peace for passivity. You’re not petty—you’re precise.
And if they still don’t get it, just smile and say,
“I healed. I just didn’t forget who taught me why I had to.”
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