Stopping The Fight With Myself
I used to be a fighter. My world was basically full of
good and bad. I was a pro at casting out the bad and assisting others in finding their "fight" so they could also cast out their bad. I was good at it - the best. All the stuff that I judged as nasty, dark, and ugly, I would fight away - scared to look at them for fear of what it meant about me.
I'm grateful for the two people who helped me eventually shake up this world-view. The first was my mother. When I was a teenager, I tried to extend my "fight" to her, as she was desperate to divorce my father. Her response to me was "I don't want to fight anymore". She simply accepted her life as it was. I didn't know not fighting was even an option.