And then, a moment comes, when all of my approaches have arrived at nothing, when the person or situation remains the same in spite of all of my efforts, and I see clearly what has been obvious in some way the entire time. It is a moment of recognition, of acceptance, a moment of "oh." That the situation simply is not working, or the person is not willing to change, or not capable of seeing my point of view, that whatever it is, simply IS. And no matter how I come at it, no matter how much energy or willpower or cajoling or fear I throw at it, I do not have the power to change it. It is what it is.
In that moment of recognition, I stop fighting and wrestling. I let go. There is surrender and relief and freedom. I have understood the truth at last.
What am I wrestling with today? I am willing to stop fighting what I cannot change.