The tension of chronic illness, aside from any symptoms, is the desire to fight it and the need to accept it.
I’ve been reading Simply Tuesday: Small-Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World by Emily P. Freeman.
It has been a breath of fresh air.
Freeman speaks of fighting the city builder within and nurturing the bench sitter instead. The bench sitter is the one who sits in the moment. Who sits with others in their moments, a witness, not a fixer. Who allows themselves to process their own moments.
Frequently I’ve had to combat my runaway desire for achievement, to reorient myself to what success means for me.
More recently my challenge is to accept things as they are. Accept my body as and where it is. Accept the day as it is. Not to stress over it.
The yoga instructor who helped me to create a sequence reminded me of it, accept your body where it is. (Not where it used to be).
I’ve been trying to take stock of my actions and reactions. Just notice.
And to increase my time to relax and release.
No Tiny Mission here, just an attitude adjustment and a commitment to take all practicable steps to reduce stress in my life. And to try to be more accepting.