There is a profound freedom in walking a path and after turmoil, experiencing the freedom that comes with acceptance.
I am finally there.
My childhood abuse, my infertility, my frustrations with my employer. Freedom. Acceptance of what each is, acceptance that this is my path, acceptance that all I can control is the present moment. Losing the desire to control more. A life long journey.
At 45, almost 50 (😉), I feel like my uninhibited but much wiser life is commencing. I am embracing me. My me. I still can’t accept compliments graciously, maybe in time, and I’m okay with that. I feel free. And happy.
All is as it should be.