Acceptance: a powerful force

My life is not perfect.  When I am on top with a back to back motivating and consulting schedule, I feel my career is perfect.  But as now, when I see my mobile calender without any bookings for this month, I don’t feel my career is perfect, instead it is a hellish situation.   

 

When my wife is pampering me, I feel I am in a perfect marriage.  When she is attacked by migraine, sleep deprivation, and PMS, I don’t feel my marriage is perfect, instead it is a hellish situation.    

 

When my mother sits and listens to my achievements of the day, I feel it’s perfect.  When she is pissed off for unknown reasons over trivial matters (to me), I don’t feel my relationship is perfect, instead it is a hellish situation.   

 

When I am home, I feel it is perfect.  When my noisy neighbor puts on the high volume on this stereo in the middle of night, I don’t feel my home is perfect, instead it is a hellish situation.   

 

Ah!  That is life. 

 

When I drive in my car, the music on I feel life is perfect.  When I get caught in this machine in a traffic jam and I am 200 people waiting for me, I don’t feel my life is perfect, instead it is a hellish situation.   

 

In the end, if found peace when I accepted my reality which is far from perfect.  I have got to make good out of this imperfection.  There is no one to blame.  Only my incapity to adjust and fix things. 

 

A sage said, misery happens when you expect apples after planting a seed of lemon.  I guess I was doing that with the expectation from my motivating and consulting career.  Its’ not and can’t be a regular smooth job.  That it is still, is amazing and both a matter of luck, correct strategies, selling, and successful branding.  Yet, new customers must be found.  That is the nature of consulting and motivating.  An real estate agent can’t sell homes to the same customers.  He’s go to look out for new ones.  On the other hand a banker and grocery shop owner needs regular patrons.  My career would come in between real estate and grocery.  So what I need to do is sell with more consistency: simple. 

 

My wife is like any women: she has her ups and downs.  I just must live with it. 

 

My mother is like any old woman: she is not intellectually scientific. She has whims, prejudices, expectations.  I just must live with it. 

 

No home is perfect.  Even when I went to a resort to escape the city noise, there were a bunch of chatterbox social workers coming in for a conference, talking till late in the room upstairs. 

 

As far as my car is considered, driving is not like flying.  One must share the same road with thousands of others. 

 

In this way I found acceptance. 

 

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