ACCEPTANCES

Now that my weaknesses can’t be used against me, here is everything I suck at that I’ve accepted.

CREATIVE ACCEPTANCES

I’ve accepted that I suck at calligraphy and fancy lettering. Accepting this reality is when I began to fall in love with the look of my messy hand writing and create with it.

I’ve accepted that I’m not much of an agenda or planner person. If I’m going to treat my bullet journal like an agenda, I may as well just buy an agenda.

I’ve accepted that my productivity and creativity don’t work in a single journal. I found it’s easier to manage my energy when I have one journal for productivity and one journal for creativity.

I’ve accepted that I’m not into weekly spreads. I realize that when I’m filling in an entry everyday just because I have to, it takes me away from being fully present in my life. So now I only do a daily journal entry when I feel like it.

I’ve accepted that I suck filling in habit trackers. If there’s a habit I want to develop, I’m better off executing the habit without a tracker because filling in the tracker becomes a distraction from pursuing the habit itself. All of my most consistent habits have flourished from ditching habit trackers.

I’ve accepted that mood trackers are unnecessary for me. I realized that because I do so much inner work and emotional processing on a daily basis, (not to mention how I’m already so in-tune with my emotions) it’s hard for me to define my day in a single mood.

I’ve accepted that I may not fill every single page in my bullet journal in a single year, and that’s okay. I’d rather have a half-empty journal filled with fully-complete spreads, than have a fully-complete journal with half-empty spreads.

I’ve accepted that I don’t like spending hours drawing fancy cover pages because drawing started to feel like a chore. I realize that drawing is something I’d rather do for pleasure than anything else.

I’ve accepted that picture-perfect bullet journal spreads are too dysfunctional for me. I realize that the uglier my planning looks, the more effective it is.

I’ve accepted that if I create a spread that I plan on filling in later, I probably won’t ever fill it in. I realize I’m better off creating a journal spread the same day I fill it.

I’ve accepted that no amount of money can energize me for a creative job I have no enthusiasm for. I’d rather be unpaid for a creative job that I have true enthusiasm for, than be paid for a creative job that I have no enthusiasm for. Now when people ask me to do creative jobs for them, I will only do them under the condition that I have true enthusiasm for it.

I’ve accepted that working full-time hours to one single thing isn’t for me. Anytime I get asked if I can commit to full-time hours, my soul just screams no. I get miserable spending too much time in one work environment. So in order for me to work full-time hours, I need to be doing several different things part time to keep me creatively inspired.

I’ve accepted that I’m a slow worker. I realize I don’t produce high-quality work when speed is the goal. I’m more efficient with my work when I have the space to take my time and do things thoroughly, as I carefully think through each action I’m taking. Now when people ask me to do a job for them, I warn them that I’m terrible for half-assing things if the time-crunch is what they value most.

I’ve accepted that my creative cycles are over as soon as I finish a project. I’ve found that when I’m in the middle of a creative project, it’s based on who I am now. But once I finish a creative project, it based on who I was. The reason I have a hard time actively promoting my projects after they’re done is because my energy just doesn’t live there anymore.

I’ve accepted that I suck at committing to one creative path consistently for a long time. I realize that in comparison to people who are doing the same thing for years on end, I just outgrow things really quickly. I need to constantly expose myself to unknown territory in order for me to creatively evolve.

SPIRITUAL ACCEPTANCES

I’ve accepted that edibles just don’t speak to my spiritual path. No matter how many people tell me how ayahuasca or these plant medicines has changed their life spiritually, it just doesn’t speak to me. I believe the sacred medicine that so many people seek in edibles is something I can access deep within myself. Since I’ve already done so much work on healing my human conditions and psychically reprogramming my brain, I know myself well enough at this point in my journey, the only reason I’d take edibles is because I wouldn’t believe in my brain’s ability to access or heal those things. I will honor people anyway who choose to make these edibles a part of their spiritual path, but it’s just not for me.

I’ve accepted that I’m bad at sticking to a meditation practice. If a meditative state is what I’m trying to attain, it’s much faster for me to reach that state when I’m mindfully working on something creative that allows my brain to let go, than for me to sit in stillness.

I’ve accepted that I suck at paying attention to astrological events. As much as I fully believe that astrological events have an energetic effect on us collectively, I’m not really someone who’s a sucker for being on top of what the latest moon cycles and planetary alignments are doing. I’m better at being in sync with my cycles through my daily practice of self-introspection than obsessing over what position the planets are in.

I’ve accepted that I suck at praying. If there’s something that I want to put positive energy towards, I’m the type of person that’s better at doing something productive related to that thing that I know is going to make a positive difference, than to pray hoping it will work out.

I’ve accepted that I suck at gratitude lists. Since it comes so naturally for me to see the beauty in the little things and have a deep appreciation for the things in my life daily, I don’t really get much benefit out of writing gratitude lists because the evidence of things to be grateful for is already everywhere around me.

I’ve accepted that I suck at clairaudience. I’m terrible at receiving messages from my guides if it’s reliant solely on what I have to hear. But if I’m being shown an image through clairvoyance, then I can translate their messages super loud and clear.

I’ve accepted that I’m more of a psychic healer than I am a psychic reader. I understand now that no matter how accurate my readings are, the readings I give won’t truly benefit people unless they are being given direction on what they need to heal first, which is why if I’m doing any kind of psychic work for anyone – it’s centralized around healing.

I’ve accepted that I’m better at reading someone’s eyes than I am at reading cards, even if that’s not what they want. I’ve learned that reading people’s cards can only take me so far in a reading, that eventually I begin to step away from what comes most intuitively for me. I don’t need to read cards to know what someone’s processing or going through, but the energy I pick-up when I read their eyes says everything I need to know.

I’ve accepted that I suck at bypassing the shadow-aspects people are trying to hide. I realize that as good as I am at seeing the light within others, I’m also very good at picking-up on the shadow aspects people are hiding from the world and themselves. I know now that if I’m going to see the light that shines in others, I can’t avoid myself from seeing their shadow side too.

PERSONAL ACCEPTANCES

I’ve accepted that I can be a party-pooper to party people. For some reason, I’ve never really liked parties. Anytime I’ve gone to one, no matter how high the ‘life of the party’ is, I just find those environments really boring and uninteresting. I’m better off spending time being engaged doing my own thing that genuinely interests me and spending time with one person I know intimately well, than I am hanging out in a room with obnoxiously loud music and a bunch of people.

I’ve accepted that I don’t socialize well in the evenings. I love having a good time, but staying out really late isn’t my thing. Never has been, likely never will be. All I think about when I’m out socializing with people late in the day is how bad I just want to leave and go home. I just don’t have the emotional or energetic capacity to spend time with people later in the day. The evenings is the only time I want just to myself.

I’ve accepted that I’m naturally introverted. I like small group settings or one-on-one better than large groups, I need down time to re-energize. I like hanging out with people, but I like hanging out in my own energy much more.

I’ve accepted that I’m bad at engaging in small talk. I realize the only times I’ve ever been able to stay actively engaged in a conversation is when it challenges me to think deeply, feel deeply, wonder, and makes me question things. Small talk acknowledges what’s on the surface without acknowledging complexity. Yet it’s the complexity of the conversations which is what keeps me pulled in. If it’s not deep enough to keep me interested, I just naturally tap out.

I’ve accepted that I’m bad at answering people’s questions right on the spot. As a highly introspective creative-intellect, I’m the type of person that needs time to reflect and roll around with my thoughts on a question before I give my truest answer, otherwise I just ramble. I’m a disappointing person, especially if people want to debate with me. As a slow thinker, the truth of what I want to say usually comes after I spend some a good chunk of time reflecting.

I’ve accepted that I suck at vocally articulating my ideas. Articulating my ideas through speech is a skill that my brain is not wired for. But give me a white board and no matter how complex the concept is, you’ll understand everything I’m intellectually processing like you would not believe.

I’ve accepted that I’m bad at coming to conclusions right off the bat. I realize that anytime I attempt to rush myself to get straight to the point, I confuse people. If the message I’m sharing needs to come across clear, I have to walk someone through my whole thought process to come to the conclusion.

I’ve accepted that I suck at getting things done alone. If I’m going to be productive, I’m much better off working in the same room with another person who I can creatively vibe with that knows what I’m working on.

I’ve accepted that I’m bad for breaking the rules. I’ve found that my brain is wired to be rebellious and needs the wiggle room to innovate and try a variety of things in order to move forward effectively.

I’ve accepted that I suck at following orders. I realize I’m more productive doing things in the order I want do them, rather than following the order I’ve been told to follow. I found that I thrive productively from breaking rigid processes.

I’ve accepted that I suck at executing tasks when I schedule them. I realize that for me as quick start, it’s a lot easier for me to deal with tasks as they arise in each moment, than I am to follow-through with them when I schedule my tasks in advance.