Yesterday was the perfect day for acceptance. I got to accept that I forgot to set my alarm and must have needed the rest because I slept through my husband's early morning departure and didn't wake up until the light was coming through my bedroom windows. So much for getting things done before my kids awoke.
I got to accept that the correspondence letter I was writing for The Magic School was igniting in me all sorts of rabbit trails and the good sort of tears and was certainly not going to get penned in time to get it to the post office before they closed. It actually felt good to know I wasn't going to make it "in time" and that suddenly that meant I had all the time in the world to pour into this one letter for this one person.
I got to accept that the fun things I had planned to stuff into a Saturday were not all going to come to fruition. As the evening approached us, I made the decision to put away my fun to do list and engage in our family's Advent event of the evening which was to make Christmas cards.
I got to accept that making Christmas cards for friends and family is art and does "count" as my Advent Art of the day, because I am the one who came up with the challenge for myself, and I too am learning that more things count as art than I often acknowledge. I don't have to add one more thing to an already full day. I CAN LET THE ART that naturally occurred BE my artist expression of the day, much like my friend noticed when she created this piece.
I got to accept, as I dropped my sore tired body and my scratchy throat into bed, that I might just have to give in to what I really need, and opt to not go cheer on my oldest son and husband in their cycling race on Sunday, even though I hate to ever miss a race.
Laying in our bed, enjoying each other's warm presence before we accepted the challenge of this beautiful Sunday, my husband and I talked about my decision to stay home, and I felt the relief wash over me. To accept that I can't do everything I want to do. To accept that sometimes a choice of one fun over another, is what keeps the joy protected and abundant in my life.
When I told my other three kids that we wouldn't be going to the bike race today, they each deep sighed with their own kid-sized relief. It seems we all needed another free day to do our own thing.
And oh the tears that welled up in my eyes when I drew out my Advent word for today, Day 6, and it was INDULGE.
I wonder if acceptance is always followed by indulgence? To let go and to be filled up again. My throat isn't even scratchy this morning. It's like my body saying, "Thank you."