This weekend gave me plenty of opportunities to reflect on circumstances and the individual responses that emerged during them.
It’s easy to resist by trying not to feel anything. “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.”
It’s also equally easy to cling to the expectations in your head. “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵.𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.”
While I still camped on sides momentarily, I moved through the feelings much quicker.
Into a space of 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.
Making room for each person’s interpretation because it was 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
Therefore, it’s valid and, most importantly, out of MY control.
I focused on what I COULD control, 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦. I quelled my need to interject my “helpful” viewpoint. And as I did, I practiced being silent.
Staying with my thoughts between my two ears long enough to let them diffuse was challenging and amazing.
Rather than fixate on the perceived problem, I allowed room for the possibility that whatever unfolded was meant for good. Mine, theirs, everyone.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺.
When we accept, we don’t necessarily condone. We don’t always align and agree.
But, we move in peace.
Which is the precursor to love.