I don’t know or care about psychobabble but I had an ah-ha moment with acceptance today. Recently I had yet another unpleasant experience at the hands of the medical establishment. I spent a whole week of trying to communicate, while the people I was talking to continued to disregard my concerns. I was flaming mad about the whole situation for about a week. Then life happened. I gained perspective, and eventually this week, I realize I’ve moved on. I’ve accepted the whole thing as a mess, my part in it (whatever part that was), and it’s over. Finally.