Mom By Choice

The act of taking or receiving...      a back & forth of believing or favoring. Quite simply, acceptance is exhausting...      It is, like most things, temporary. Everyone says let go of the small stuff,      Pick your battles. But what if you're already weary from the war, lacking    energy to determine size or conflict. Acceptance or tolerance are just ways      of giving in, avoiding the bitter truth That nothing will ever be the same again. Control, or its absence, force us to accept      things that are unpleasant or contrary. Lower your expectations to breathing      & blinking so it's easier to accept continued misery. So to reiterate, acceptance is fleeting &     contradictory.  Oh how I wish compromise or reason      could override complacency.

As I sit here in the silence, thinking about my next move, do I walk into the kitchen or the laundry room. My only company the TV and hum of incessant cars passing by. Should I be creative or productive...how I once longed for such freedoms not to long ago. Now it feels so overwhelming with too many choices acting like shackles upon the restless mind.