I grew up reading the serenity prayer. It was everywhere: on bathroom walls, in bingo halls, and on dusty shelves in my Mother's living room.
I believe it.
I believe accepting things the way they are and aren't, while taking actions that make a difference, is the key to happiness.
I am also failing at it.
Although I am courageous, I am neither serene, nor accepting. And, I'm seriously beginning to doubt the wise part....at least not in the way I admire: graceful, zen-like, with a small white lamb tucked neatly around my shoulders .
FRUSTRATED best describes me today.
and sick family members who, despite my best efforts, continue to eat hormone-filled meats, pesticide-covered fruits, and sugar by the truck load.
I can't want it for them.
It's hard enough to want it for me.
Still, I can't deny...
and wishing things were different.
Altered Today: Nothing yet, but I'm working on boundaries, communication, and expectations.