Acceptance, Grace, and Love

Somehow, I have become good at acceptance. For the life of me, I don’t know how.

When I was younger, I wasn’t just bad at acceptance, I was at war with it. I fought against outcomes I didn’t want to accept. I held on bitterly to what I wanted relationships to be and then refused to let go long past when it was clear I should. I clung to who I wanted some…