Owning Our Story
Owning our story. This is acceptance on an epic scale. What does it mean to own our story? For me, it means acknowledging my past, but choosing not to be reduced by it.
This is no small feat. Some days it is a virtual slog fest; this rising up against adversity, against the humiliation, cruelty, and heartbreak, against the multitude of demons living inside my head hell bent on taking me down. Some days they just kick my ass and it takes a while, sometimes a good long while, to find my feet again but I always do. I always have. I always will.
Although I have ended up face down in muck innumerable times, I have also slung mud with the best of them. I am not proud of this, nor do I want to dwell on it and I certainly do not want to recapitulate it. I want to accept my wrongdoings, the errors of my ways, and make amends daily by living better, doing better, being better.
Acceptance is being ok with who I am right now knowing I am striving to become a grander expression of my exquisite spirit day by day. This requires letting go of the distorted image given to me long ago by others too blinded by their own pain to see the damage they inflicted.
I let go, rise up, and begin anew.
Acceptance is also acknowledging all the good I have around me despite the challenges at the edges of my life. I have found that pain has a way of masking beauty but the more I heal, the more that beauty comes forth. I believe this is what creating “heaven on earth” means.
This is the path of the spiritual warrior: overcoming our inner demons so that we can bring greater kindness, compassion and understanding to the world.
It can be a tough go but I am all in.