I am stubborn and there are times I don't like accepting the truth or reality. Some facts in my life and some feeling I hold are either too painful or need a change in perspective. I don't like the fact it is becoming clear that my wuzband's* house became the family home my daughters return to, not mine. I don't like my latest high cholesterol count, even though I think I eat a healthy diet and exercise every day. I sometimes don't like being in my love relationship because his style of living and priorities are soooooo differently from mine. I sometimes don't like his Asperger's. I don't like the wrinkles on my face and the loose skin draping from my midriff. What am I going to do about all this adversity I face? Accept every morsel of it and move on. I don't have to like any of it, but I don't have to victimize myself over it. I can choose to live in the problem OR I can live in the solution. Sometimes it's a matter of changing my attitude; sometimes it takes action. Acceptance, though, is the catalyst to free thinking and loving.
*I have adopted the term "wuzband" from a dear, wise friend, Anna Rainville. I think "ex" sounds so cold, sharp and mean. Wuzband (or if you will, was-band)) is kinder, gentler, more loving, and helps dilute the bitter taste left in my soul after bellicose ending. We have severed ties (ironic since we are parents of two lovely and amazing daughters) and no longer communicate with one another. It is a frigid cold war. But, living with a kind heart is better than dwelling in meanness.
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