before the fact.

My biggest fear?  That everything will go the way I want, that I’ll get everything I desire, that I’ll be Continue reading →

who’s defining life’s terms?

Okay, so let’s call this the coda to the Month of Acceptance:  According to page 449 in the old text, Continue reading →

accept that it’s over.

It’s roughly been thirty days, so I’m dialing back the focus.  And not to get too puffy-chested, but I think Continue reading →

i’m here, sans beer, get used to it.

I’ve always struggled to accept myself.  That, for the most part, explains my alcoholism.  I believed I wasn’t good enough Continue reading →

not enough to notice.

It turns out that I’m quite good at accepting the things that are easy to release.  Instead of yelling at Continue reading →

let’s start with that.

First of all, I need to understand that acceptance can be broken up into sections.  It needn’t be a toggle.  Continue reading →

blessed are the days I don’t think too much.

That’s really when everyone wins, isn’t it, when I take it down a few notches?  At night, the 10th Step Continue reading →

living in tolerance.

Acceptance isn’t a four letter word.  It’s 2 1/2 times worse.  The phrase it’s most commonly in, you’ve just got Continue reading →