I know all about acceptance. I practice it. I believe in it. It’s how we get on with our lives.
Acceptance can be a bitch when you don’t want to accept.
Acceptance isn’t condoning. It is not resignation. It is not settling. It is making peace with.
Acceptance is steeped in reality. You face what is there, stand still for a minute, and say okay. I don’t have to like this, but I am going to hold this word in that part of my brain where I know better – where it flashes in neon orange. ACCEPT. ACCEPT. ACCEPT. Hmmm…..I’m going to change that. Instead of neon orange it’s going to be soft white twinkle lights because I like twinkle lights. accept. accept. accept. See? Less harsh.
I can’t control the uncontrollable in my life. But I can, with eyes wide open, hang on. I can find that place in me that says peace, in very pretty writing I might add, and stand on it.
In the Cranberry Festival
Saturday, October 11th is the annual Fort Langley Cranberry Festival! It’s all cranberries and fall and outdoors and we will definitely be going.