I heard a girl talk this week. She is blind. When she went blind she cried, wailed and despaired. She sank. And she stayed there. Then, once she had stayed there a long, long time, she had a moment of realisation and said to herself "At some point I have to accept myself, I can't stay this low".
As I've always done, I ride waves of depression. One moment I'm looking at the shoreline, the next I'm tumbled head over heels and struggling to know when to breathe. This girl's words hit home. None of us move forward until we accept ourselves.
I accept this is me. I'm a surfer. I need to accept me as I am. It doesn't mean giving in to anything, it means recognising the point I've reached, perhaps labelling it, smiling at it, then seeing if its moveable. I started a while back and I'll be a work-in-progress for some time yet. I've not stopped making mistakes. That's good enough. How about you? Can you accept who you are today? I accept you as you are. There, now its your turn. Its score time, lets face it together...
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