My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Accepting Ourselves
Accepting others is important. So is acceptance of ourselves, all of our selves, recognizing who we are and that we have limitations, shortcomings, hang-ups and a mountain of problems. But having these as part of us is all right. They are part of being human. They complete us in that role.
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