I keep learning new versions of acceptance.
Today, while sitting in the local coffee shop (shocking, I know), I found myself smirking in the light by the windows. I'd just switched tables. It felt kind of fitting because when I'd arrived there'd been limited seating, so I'd claimed one of the only spots left. It'd been an easy choice—the other option would've meant sitting in the middle of the place.
No thanks.
When a spot by the window became available, I casually but purposefully scooped up my things and made my way over to it. I felt lucky that I'd noticed, because I'd been completely zoning out.
The sun sauntered through the windows, leaving half the room in shadow. I'd just finished the book I've been reading, No Bad Parts, and had mixed feelings about it. I wanted to love it; truly. Perhaps if I'd read it a few years ago, I would've.
The Internal Family Systems philosophy is fantastic. I think, mostly, I surprised myself with how fluidly I already use the concepts within Dr. Schwartz's book. It was kind of a cool realization... affirming even. I'm not sure why I'd felt conflicted. It's probably a perfect example of mismanaged expectations and the disappointment they're capable of causing.
Sitting at my table, I pulled out my journal. I looked around, noticing the new faces at the tables. Plenty of people were coming and going—on to the next thing.
Sigh.
I exhaled. I took a swig of coffee, smiled, and found myself subtly nodding.
Then I started writing.
How do handle transitions? What helps you keep going?
onward.
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