I have recently had to accept that my body is ill and that I will have to change my lifestyle, change my physical appearance, (my hair color and my weight), and figure out how to pay for the cure. This has been a challenge. A few months in, I am finally seeing a glimmer of acceptance.
I have had some relationships, recently, that have changed drastically. Again, the road to acceptance is challenging. I grieve. I rage. I try to understand. Today, I am starting to feel the tendrils of acceptance wrap around my heart.
Occasionally, I fly through the stages of grief and anger and land in acceptance gracefully. That is really not my norm.
I am an analyzer. (Some people have said it is the "Virgo" nature.) All I know is that I have always been this way. Question everything. Look at all sides of the situation. Beware of snap judgments and snap decisions! Research it. Think about it. Pray about it. Obsess about it. Accept it.
I believe that on some issues and situations, true acceptance takes years.
I like the saying, "It is what it is". It implies that we have accepted everything. It is a lie, that acceptance, but if you say something often enough, it starts to feel true.
I think that as we age we have to accept more. We don't have control of the aging process. It controls us. The body has pain. The body does not work as well as in times past. The body sags and wrinkles.The joints stiffen. Again, a certain level of acceptance is needed to live a happy, normal life.
I accept that there are many things I cannot change.
I accept that I cannot always be in control.
I accept that life will be hard and it will be wonderful, sometimes in the same hour.
I accept that everything will always turn out better than I expected!
