Funny how your mind tricks you into believing that something that hasn’t happened yet will be utterly….sad, until the moment comes and the anticipated happens.
It happened last Saturday morning to me and I cried buckets. I cried until my head hurt and I only stopped because I had already made an appointment to meet with an old friend.
But as I sit down with her and talked about various subjects I slowly accepted that whatever happened is not…unexpected. My resisting change is blocking me from accepting the truth, which isn’t all bad.
With acceptance, I feel somewhat calmer and more positive.
I am accepting the unchangeable. It is the only choice really.