It was yet another hot and humid week in the Nation's capital. But on Friday afternoon, strong, summer thunderstorms ushered in cooler weather for the weekend. I lingered among the produce stalls at Eastern Market. Instead of getting on Metro, I rode a bike downtown to go to the movies. I even got in an early morning 3-mile run. As I walked home late Sunday evening, there was a nip in the air--a sure shine that summer is beginning to wane. I am so grateful for the cooler temps, along with these things:
Over the last month, I sold my furniture, donated household goods, moved into a new house, ended a three-year consulting contract, started a new position, began a 10-week data analysis course, hosted a weekly writing group, and drove over 2,000 miles to visit family in New York, New Jersey and North Carolina. It was a busy time to say the least. Even though I didn’t have much capacity for blogging, I was cataloguing all the blessings that showed up along the way. So, here is an extra special, (much longer) month-long edition of all the things I am celebrating:
I was tall and skinny all through my childhood, taking on my father’s lean build. When adolescence began, my body started to change, and curves began to appear. I went up a few sizes, but was good with my body. I gained my Freshman 15, but still was an acceptable size and didn’t think much about my weight. But as I moved into my 20s, I began to get more focused on being healthy and trim. Many of the women in my family are well endowed, and I began working out regularly to remain as trim as possible. Yet, each decade has brought an increase in my weight. I was 130 in my 20s and 140 in my 30s, and now can't get under 150. Today I have decided that 155 is my goal weight—allowing room for my curves while staying away from the obese categorization on my doctor’s BMI chart.
For the last several years, my therapist has been working with me to practice radical acceptance. Sometimes life is hard or unfair. When it is, I can either accept the good, or I can try to fight it. Resisting reality--what is—is a fool’s errand. Yet, most of my life, I have had a hard time embracing my reality. I’m pretty good at denial and repression. I’ve also mastered the skill of stewing in my juices, making myself more and more miserable. Radical acceptance is the opposite. It is about accepting life on its terms and not resisting what you cannot or choose not to change. Radical Acceptance is about saying yes to life, just as it is. *
I am happy. I am at peace. I feel content. I didn't know if I would ever feel these emotions again, but they have returned--along with a deeper sense of faith. That's what happens when we go through challenges; they refine us. I am grateful for every lesson learned, as well as the following:
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.