Last night, a Yogi teabag advised me to accept the challenge.
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But which challenge, Yogi Tea? There are so many of them, including the challenge of preparing for my June concert, starting a new group for colleagues tomorrow, and returning to the hospital on Monday after a 10-day vacation.
Actually, if I practice radical acceptance, I accept everything, including challenges. And perhaps I could also accept the challenge of not worrying about outcomes and enjoying the journey.
Today, I accept the challenge of preparing for my concert by performing my new song “Don’t Kill Yourself” — either at an Open Mic miles away OR for my husband Michael at home. I accept the challenge of recording the performance and sharing it with you tomorrow.
Accept the challenge of finding challenges (or acceptance) in my other images for today.
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I accept the challenge of not asking the Daily Bitch for an opinion.
I also accept the challenge of finding a relevant video on YouTube.
I also found this when I searched for “accept the challenge.”
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I accept the challenge of sharing my gratitude for YOU!
Every year I accept the challenge of completing another 1500 piece jigsaw puzzle. Happily sorting out edge piece for the new one today.
That’s quite a challenge!
Ooooh! I look forward to hearing your recording tomorrow
One of your photos is intriguing but I can’t quite figure out what it is. It seems to be three different rectangles of metal behind a greenish glass cover, affixed to a wall perhaps. Does it have a story?
It’s a list of floors near the elevator of our beautiful local library but the contents are totally blank, so it grabbed my attention. I accepted the challenge of presenting it without any explanation in the post and now I’m accepting the challenge of explaining it as best I can. And I always look forward to your comments, Maureen.
Hey Ann, did you say you are doing a live performance and recording in June? Maybe we should have a get together of your blog readers for that performance in person!
I know you can overcome any challenge because you’ve already risen to so many.
It takes one to know one, my friend.
You rise above, Ann.
As do you, Mark.