Control the Controllable
Control the controllable
Discernment well defined
A profound cognitive shift
Radical transformation – it’s all in the mind
Stress - anxiety
The fear of the unknown
The weight of the emotions
Tragically – the burden – the cognitive load
Tired – exhausted
Tattered - we fight till the end
Bruised and battered
Good intentions – perhaps the eighth deadly sin?
God grant me the serenity
That comes with honoring the truth
It allows me to accept the things I can’t change
The wisdom - I can only do what I can do
Radical acceptance
Embrace the love and the pain
Control the controllable
Ironically – nothing changes
We change
Copyright © Kelly Hitchcock | Year Posted 2019
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