I used to think that I would change. That reading inspiring books would change me. That I would be so inspired and that after having such an amazing breakthrough, I would finally get it and become *that* super calm and relaxed person. And I failed. Repeatedly. And reread said books.
How could those incredible revelations that affected me deeply not stay with me for the rest of my life and make me a better person? Of course, that NVC workshop would totally change the way I interacted with people…
But the truth is, yes, we do change, but truly just a little.
There is no book, no encounter, no class or workshop that will change us in a dramatic way forever… What if we accepted that we would not become completely different than the person we are right now. Would that be a big fail? What is there was nothing to fix?
Once I surrendered to the fact that I would not become the idea of who I think I should be and dwelled in the possibility of little changes, something shifted inside.
I think that’s what they call acceptance.
"Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you'll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you'll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small quiet room." -Cheryl Strayed, in Dear Sugar