Radical Acceptance

Lord, I’m learning to practice radical acceptance. There’s so much about Italy that doesn’t fit my expectations. I thought I’d be living in this cute little town like Orvieto and having the romantic comedy experience. But instead I’m in a huge city. And I’m realizing that it’s okay to say there are things that I don’t like. I don’t like the town that we live in. And I don’t like the big city. But to keep my eyes fixed on all the things that I love about being here. I love my RC team. I love the students. I love the church I found. I love being so close to the metro. I love that it’s easy to travel from Rome. I’m thankful for a place to stay in December. I’m thankful for the classes. I love our balcony. There is so much to love and be thankful for. And letting myself be okay with the things that I don’t love, and being real about that. But I went out to the kitchen where they were playing the game and I kept thinking, "radical acceptance, radical acceptance." And it made me accept how much I love the students and how grateful I am for this group. And to just play the game with them and have fun and be present. And I had a blast. Farkle queen!

Today I am radically thankful for:

• A day to rest

• A call with mom

• Ice cream with the RCs

• Call with a friend

• Time to write and reflect