One of the most powerful tools I learned in early sobriety was acceptance. Acceptance for what is, without judgement or opinion. When I choose to let go of needing for something or someone to be different - my pushing energy, dissipates.
I have a longing to hear his voice and to receive his wise council. Going to ‘have a talk’ with my dad was like seeking out the Oracle or the Supreme Chief of our tribe.
There is a fine line, a turning point, between having this pause benefit me as a way to honor myself - and having it contribute to boredom and unrest.
