Good morning,
I went to bed early and here I am, this dark, early morning on the Left Coast. I tried entering a site online where I, until recently, wrote regularly. The place is closed, after existing for more than two years. For more info, read my first post. While with friends last night, we spoke about acceptance.
I've learned over the years that acceptance does not mean acceptance, as I once understood this word. This realization once boggled my mind. Before, I considered acceptance a form of passivity. "Oh, I have to accept that so-and-so is rude, critical, will interrupt me whenever I speak, will always get angry if I disagree, I have to accept that." Or, "I behave in such and such inappropriate ways it's because of what I went through as a child. My actions are coping mechanisms I learned back then. They are a part of who I am."
Not necessarily so. This is
NOT acceptance. I've learned that acceptance does not mean yielding to a degrading (or intimidating) situation, person or behavior. Or is this morning's case----to a disappointing circumstance. Acceptance means coming to terms with the issue, grieving it, letting it go and then deciding what steps we'll take. I call this the "Part B" of acceptance. I have choices. I'm not a helpless, hopeless victim.
"Acting like a victim is a choice, not a destiny."
Hope for Today, p.189
