I was often told to be unacceptably stubborn or childish. So, I got myself thinking about....Acceptance. What could my level of acceptance be?
In the past years, I accepted that good is sometimes created with some particular bad things, like screaming your sorrow from the top of your lungs or hiding your happiness underneath manly clothes. Nowadays, I feel that accepting others' flaws is like healing my own wounds.
Acceptance is doing small talk even if you've prepared your speech days before.
My chic pleasure today is...having found a new pleasure.
PS. Yes, you do have to receive acceptance in order to Accept.