I admit that there are times that I wish things were different. I wake up in the morning and wish the piles of snow would disappear. I think of tasks I need to do, like the laundry, and cringe away from them. Sometimes, I remember things I have done, even decades ago, and cringe with a bit of embarrassment. I wish I had acted differently, but didn’t. I clearly can’t change the past, and so accepting it, choosing to live with it, seems both practical and insightful.
Even now, there are things happening and things to be done, like the laundry. It seems a poor use of my energy to resist what is and what I think must be. For me, it is like choosing to live. I am trying to choose to live each moment. I not only don’t resist my next step, but I enter fully into it. I accept it full-heartedly.
I want to choose this moment with open heart and open arms. I choose the unpleasant not only with passive acceptance but with active engagement. If I am to be alive, I choose to live.