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Acceptance


         Today I received a lot of positive news. I had prepared myself to "hope for the best, expect for the worst". Lately things have been going pretty smoothly and I'm pretty sure I know why. The truth is I cannot control everything going on in my life and I need to learn to accept that. Alcoholics Anonymous has touched on acceptance multiple time this week. "Let go and let god". That is what I've been practicing these days. I try my best to focus my energy on the things I can control like eating healthy, exercising, reading, socializing, building positive friendships, cleaning, crafting, and just being the best I can be. I've had some friendships that just are not working. I've had to accept that people change and grow. Sometimes they grow in different directions, but you know what? That is okay. I've come to accept that. Believe it or not, losing those "friends" was not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. You have two options: you can throw a pity party for yourself or you can change your perception. My perception is constantly changing. Some days everything and everyone is irritating me. Today someone said "If you run into three different people and they're all assholes, You're most likely the asshole!" It is so true. If things are not going my way, I like to think its people, places, or things that are the problem. However, its usually me that's the problem. I'm usually a happy go lucky kind of girl, but every now and then I have my bitchy days. Learning to accept that "it's  not you, it's me" can be a truthful reason and not just a lousy break up. Before now, things always went my way. I didn't have to try as hard as everyone else, things were just easy. Ever since my "situation" things have been the complete opposite of that. However I cannot change what happened, I can only change to be a better person, and to live a better life here on out. I have to accept that god is doing for me what I cannot do for myself. I have to accept that this is my life now and I just have to get through it. I have to accept that one day this will all be over, and I will be okay. Maybe all of you could get some words of encouragement. This is where I'm at today. Just got to take it one day at a time.
 
Sincerely,
 
 
Allison
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  1. AnonymousJuly 11, 2013 at 12:32 PM

    I randomly came across your blog and I am experienceing the same thing you are! I have been dealing with depression going through all of this and it's oh so hard!!! :-( Thank you for your posts!

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  2. Allison's AnklesJuly 11, 2013 at 5:21 PM

    Hello,

    Not many people can relate to what I'm going through and I think that makes it even more difficult. I think god gives the hardest struggles to the strongest people! Keep your head up, one day this will all be behind us!

    Allison

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  3. SltysknFebruary 19, 2014 at 9:43 PM

    I'm about to start this program as a volunteer in Califonia I'm not looking forward to it and freaking out bc only my dad step mother and friend knows so I will for sure be a hermit!! I'm luckily working in a field where I am in pants and boots but your blog is amazing!!!

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