How much can we own and how much do we accurately assign?
You understand the context on both sides, you get where the other is coming from, yet you still feel completely F’d the the Nth degree.
Rage? Forgive? Let go? Accept? Move on? Confront? Fight? Inquire?
High school? Immature? An area for growth at a more adult level? Ridiculous? A lack of respect and honor?
Now it’s time for you to fill in the blank:
It seems a bit odd to me to put the rites of passage and allergies together, but there really is a reason.
I did not have allergies growing up. At all. Then, cats and pollen and who knows what else started bothering me. Spring became a difficult time since I love to be outside and I would get just filled with sinus pressure and misery. This happened year after year. 10+ years later, I think it’s time to accept that fact that I have allergies. Really. 😉
So as a rite of passage to personhood, to soul self (a la Bill Plotkin and others), adulthood self, etc., it’s time to just say aloud, “I have allergies.”
I am a part of the landscape. I exist here in this time and place. I can use medicine. All of these are lessons I have learned recently in the past year, and they apply to allergies. Yes, allergies.
Acceptance. Saying “Yes” to the unfolding of life. Sometimes this acceptance ss not so glamorous or intense or mind-blowing. It’s just dealing with allergies.
And the wild thing about all of this? Even though I am declaring this aloud now, I have been closer to acceptance over the past year. This season, even though we had a long, beautiful, white winter here in New Hampshire, I am hardly being bothered by them at all.
Moving through (…or something…)
Onward and upward.