Friday, August 18, 2017

Headed


Acceptance.

It is such an interesting word.  And it means so many things, all depending on who you are.

College acceptance letter.
Acceptance of family members lifestyles that do not jive with our own.
Acceptance of losses, whether family, job, dream, whatever kind of loss.

Sometimes it is a happy thing.  We are accepted into a program or college we are so excited about.

Sometimes it is a complicated thing.  A sibling walks away from the life the whole family has built to pursue their own course, and everyone is left wondering what happened and who is right, if anyone. 

Sometimes it is the only way to move forward.  Someone we love dies, leaving our hearts broken.  We get fired, and wonder how we will take care of our family.  We find out that we cannot have kids, and wonder if the universe thinks we will be terrible parents.   At some stage we learn to accept and allow our selves to heal from these kinds of trauma, but they do their best to kill us first.

Usually when we talk about acceptance, it has to do with bad things, hard things, things that push us to our limits and make us wonder if there is anything good out there for us; or are we doomed to a life of hard things, of moments that make us wonder what comes next, knowing that it can get worse.

And yes, I am aware that that is a run-on sentence. I accept it.

Perhaps in the end it does all mean the same thing; acceptance means moving forward, moving on.  Seeing the past only as somewhere we have been, but not where we are, and most definitely not where we are headed.