Altman’s book on mindfulness reminds us that letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care, it’s just that we’re no longer invested in building a brick wall to keep things from changing.
We’re not giving up, we’re being honest about our situation. We’re not throwing something away, we’re merely stepping outside of its shadow so that things may be seen in a different light.
It’s an act of mercy toward ourselves. Each moment of letting go is proclaiming to the world:
I acknowledge that this is how things are, and although I might want them to be different, I will let go of that aversion and just allow life to be the way it is.
It’s a frustrating practice if you’re not used to it. Takes years to work through.
But then again, it sure beats the alternative. Do you know how exhausting it is to keep denying reality? What a waste of perfectly good calories.
I’m reminded of when my wrist tendentious first flared up. I figured the pain would magically go away if I just ignored and forgot about it. Like one of those pesky emails you don’t feel like responding to.
But the pain persisted. Because I was merely denying reality, not accepting it.
The question I had to started asking was:
If I loved myself truly and deeply, would I let myself experience this?
Of course not. Self care is not an indulgence. My body is worth taking care of. Maybe it’s time to stop being such a stoic hero and go get the therapy I need.
That’s acceptance. It doesn’t mean I like or approve of the situation.
Only that I acknowledge reality on reality’s terms and take action appropriately.
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