To be quite honest, what absolutely attracted me to Jeff later irked me.
No matter what, he continued to believe in the best, in the future.
He cooked, he cleaned and I was happy just to come home to him. It was true on our wedding day, the days leading up to our wedding and for our shared life, always. The lyrics of our first dance said it best: You are my best friend, and you are where my heart is, and I know at the day’s end, I get to come home to you.
So, the part I couldn’t deal with was his acceptance of his situation. I was angry. I was hurt. I was terrified.
Jeff was not. He’d shrug and say, “There’s no point in worrying about what you can’t change.”
It’s taken me an awfully long time to figure out that I have not accepted that or much of anything, ever. My stance has always been, “If you don’t worry, you don’t care.”
To some extent we must be accepting of situations that are out of our control, and when appropriate, we must be averse to acceptance, as well. Acceptance is an action, not an emotion. It need not be unhappy.
I am, however, currently admittedly resigned.
That happens when I find myself in a situation I do not like but am self-required to balance the spreadsheet that is my life. I really shouldn’t shuffle formulas or apply new variables. I can’t afford radical change, anymore.
That sort of change won out a few times in favor of fresh starts, great experiences. NYC, Nashville, MI – all the moving around and job changing would gently push me into a surface type of hope. After a while, a new unpleasantness would rise from my utopian vision, dragging me back into complacencies.
The latest unknown looming on the horizon, a river’s uproar, has sucked me back in. I am holding just above eye level. 90% submerged, taking in big gulps of air on a down swell.
It’s good to know yourself. I know I tend to head toward the negative connotations of complacency. I over buy into the acceptance of this isn’t what I want (or like or need) but it’s too scary, too much effort too alienating to change.
Not wanting to go through the cycle again, I slide into resignation.
My New Year’s resolution isn’t tangible. It’s not measurable, calculable or quantitative.
It won’t change where I’m floating in life. There won’t be a “new year, new me.”
I plan to properly remove my emotion from my acceptance.
My resolution is to be unresigned.
Quote for the Week:
Enjoy This Week’s Discovery Links:
Acceptance vs Resignation: Secular Buddhism
Accepting That: Be Choice Making
When to Accept: … or Reject