I learned something very interesting yesterday.
I was out with a friend and we were discussing how put upon we are.
Actually, I have it kind of soft--but to keep up with the conversation I told the story of Thanksgiving dinner several years ago when I made an epic fail and my mother-in-law made a really snide remark.
That's long in the past. Thanksgivings are happy now. Responsibilities have been distributed better.
But in retelling the story in detail, I was instantly transported back to the horrible scene in my mind, and I even dropped the F-bomb, twice!
I was full of hate about something that is long dead and buried in the past.
I really had to work to force my mind back to the present and salvage the positive day from a very nasty mood.
Moral of the story: leave the past in the past!