A place called Acceptance
I used to dream about being able to go back, way way back, and use what I know now to change choices I’ve made. I realized I haven’t done that in a while. Recently I’ve had to think a lot about the past and as I think along alternate might-have-been timelines, I can see that the one I needed was the one I had.
I realized that the things I’m proud of all came from the difficult paths– ones that I would have avoided knowing what I do now. But to know what I do, I really did need those paths. Today, I’m proud of my perspective, empathy and compassion. All things that grew much much stronger during difficult times. I realized there’s a name for thinking like this, I just found a place of acceptance. I always knew that was an important word, but I don’t know if I’ve ever felt the strength of its importance until recently. I’m not someone who thinks that everything happens for a reason– there are many things that no one should ever have to experience. But there is a lot of power in being able to acknowledge what challenges us and give it a nod of understanding instead of wishing it could have been different. Because even though things are different now, I’m very sure your strength is different too. Here’s to the off-leash life ️🛴🤸♀️