Acceptance Board

Do you have an inspiration board? I do. But I am not going to share that with you now or maybe ever:) . This board I am going to spill about is a different one.

It's an "acceptance" board. A collage of a few unexpected milestones or ordeals I have experienced in the past- and I chose to accept wholeheartedly. 

My board also includes the one thing that I have been dreaming about since I was 12 years old- but never ever going to happen; being escorted by my Dad to the altar.
I have carefully selected only ones I know I will still be open for a discussion for or up for sharing over a cup of coffee or two (or, make it a bottle of Cab Sav). 
Some others are not; only between my Shepherd and I. 

This is what a wise elderly taught me once...
There are things you cannot change in life. But, once you step into the acceptance phase, you know you are not going to let that rule your happiness and your future out. 

I am in such relief to lay these moments down, not to forget it, but to know that I somehow am wonderfully shaped by them. 
Therefore, I am in acceptance. Are you?

Things I have accepted:')

You are not flawless. And that's perfect.

I asked a few friends this question: What is the one flaw that you would not want to change about yourself?
Here are their brave and witty answers.

Y.A: My full of freckles face. I look like Pippi Longstocking but I do not care. It makes me special, people often stare at me but they will smile at the end realizing that these dots are just making my face looks super friendly. And I really am, a friendly person. I guess all people with freckles are.

E.R: I have a thin-close to transparent line in between behaving like a lady and acting like a douche because I curse all the f-ing time! But hey, it wakes other people up in a boring meeting! I mean what the f**k are people thinking keeping us for a two-hour meeting on Fridays?!

D.H: Well I have to be really careful with my weight. But now that I am breastfeeding my baby, the fact that I am a bit used to having that 'extra pounds', enables me to not stressing out as much and it effects my breast milk production and my baby's health.

Me?: My NOT a-button-nose. It represents where I am from, an inheritance from my ancestors from North Sumatra. Oh, us Bataks have strong jaws too!:))

How about you?

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