The strange mom

Everything that I go through continues to shape who I am and become. Without my experiences (good and bad) I wouldn’t be who I am today. And currently I am happy with myself.

Throughout my life I could have answered this differently. I hated my freckles. I wished my hair was curly rather than straight. I have wished for my “highly sensitive personality” to be dulled. Or even just make me less of myself.

But since I have been working on Radical Acceptance with the people I love in my life, it’s also become apparent that I should be practicing this with myself, as well.

Life is hard. We have the ability to give ourselves grace. And we deserve it. I find that I am usually my worse critic, even with all the added stresses of life.

So, I am choosing me. And it feels good.