What do these things look like?
Sometimes I look back at my past and think to myself, If only I had made a different decision…
But, this is not acceptance, nor is it forgiveness.
I give myself permission to make poor decisions sometimes.
That’s one way of looking at it. A friend of mine gave me another way.
Instead of wishing I had done things differently, I can tell myself: The version of me who made that decision didn’t know everything that I know now, but she had my best intention in mind and was doing the best she could with what she had to work with.
Respect yourself enough to know that you have always done the best you could at all times in your life.
Cheers, tears, and self-love,