I am still working hard on taking care of ME. Just when I think I have it, one of my difficult children will throw me another curve ball (Youngest gettig pregnant for instance). I remind myself of the slogan "progress, not perfection." I am definitely making progress. So are my difficult children. I try to embrace even the small steps.
Acceptance in my own life has been mostly regarding relationships with men. I have been unable to maintain a successful relationship and I used to hold a lot of resentment about that. Some of it is about me and my own choices (which I take full responsibility for), and some of it is simply "the way it is" when you have a difficult child (x 2, in my case). Who wants to be part of this crazy life? I know I don't! As much as I'd like to have a loving, fulfilling relationship with a man, I've come to accept that for now, being single really is easier, and less of a hassle. If one comes along, fine, but I'm pickier than I used to be, and am thoroughly enjoying friendships with men and women alike, and getting plenty of joy from those friendships. And that's ok!
