I’VE GOT THIS

Acceptance is Not a Reaction

It’s being ready for stormy seas ahead

Pacific sunset through a rain-stained cruise ship window. Photo by author.

There’s no doubt we all have cause to worry about events in the world around us lately; some of us have every right to be terrified. I’ve faced challenges in my life, but the worst of these — loneliness, abuse, poverty, harsh judgment, loss, and especially my own bad choices — are in my rear-view mirror although they sometimes seem closer than they appear. As a cisgendered straight white woman born on this continent to Christian parents, I’ve never been persecuted for who I am or for whom I love, for the color of my skin, for seeking refuge from war, corruption, or terror, or for my traditions, background, or beliefs. I acknowledge the privilege that has helped me navigate every difficult turn.

Still, along with everyone, I’m facing this coming year and those that will follow it. These days, the face looking back at me in the mirror tells the story of more years lived than left to live. That’s good and that’s bad, but mostly that just is.

And so, acceptance.

On the first Sunday in January, I listened to my heart for one word from that still, small, voice — the word that would define the year 2020. After a moment, I heard whispered, “Acceptance.”