The walk down memory lane can be painful.

I cringe at the items I once held in my basket.

I am too hard on myself.

What if I looked back with compassion?

With understanding?

We only know what we know.

Those who aren't taught to think, follow.

Waking up to our own power is uncomfortable. 

It goes by another name. 

Privilege. 

Unlearning is our own work to do.

Taking out the parts that don't work anymore. 

Thanking them for their service. Thanking our selves. 

Acknowledging where they've caused pain and tossing them to fire.