Accepting what you'd rather ignore is no mean feat. I always thought it took great stores of will and courage and a bumper crop of energy to face what I'd rather keep buried. And then I thought again. Accepting is just that--looking at the thing and saying 'okay.' Right? You pick up a shell on the beach. You look at it, you say, 'hey, you're here; okay.' And you put it back. You don't have to figure out how it was made, how it got there, how it will get back and even if it needs to get back. You don't have to wonder if it's supposed to be here, if it will trip someone if you put it down in the wrong place.
You see, that's not your job. If it were, you'd be more exhausted than you are already. Your only job is to offer welcome and then move on. That's what we do with the junk in our lives we'd rather not face. Paycheck to paycheck? Hey, I see you. You're here, okay. Overscheduled? Hey, I'm tired, but I see you. Okay.
We don't have to do anything with these objects, these conditions, right now. Seeing a thing is the first step to its evolution into something that fits you more gently, more warmly. Trust me--it's much more exhausting to ignore these yapping inconveniences and disappointments and frustrations than it is painful to face them. Just remember, they've only washed up here.
'Okay. I see you.'
Then walk away.