This imperfect life is the life we have. How does it feel to embrace that?
It’s hard. I want to believe that I can just tweak this or change that and suddenly my life will be completely different. I’m wishing away my children’s childhoods, frittering away my best years with them when what I have to change is my attitude rather than my surroundings.
Acceptance is going to take time I think, but is absolutely the best use of my energy.
Which isn’t to say that I’m going to stop trying to change my environment, I will be continuing, but with a spirit of acceptance instead of avoidance and denial.