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My sister’s boots
My sister often wears work boots, which I imagine to be grimy, and she always put her feet up on the sofa in my living room without taking off those boots. That used to bug me and I’d tell her (in what I thought was a reasonably polite way) to take them off. Now I don’t care! She and her partner were house guests over Thanksgiving, and my sister and I were watching the latest Star Trek movie when I noticed those boots on the orange chenille of the sofa. And then I noticed that I had no desire to say anything about them. Ahhh, progress in the world of love.
Acceptance is perhaps the most difficult part of life to learn. Wow! You have much to be grateful for if you have lost the impulse to correct where it once existed.