Writings of Recovery

You Can Be the Sweetest Peach, and There Will be Others who Don’t Like Peaches.

I can be the sweetest peach and still be left on the table. I can be blemish free, have that perfect color combination of rose and sunflower, the juiciest, sweetest flesh, the most solid core, and yet, AND YET, I will be rejected for any or all of my attributes by someone who does not recognize the value I bring to said table.

In recovery, I am learning that not everyone is hungry for what I offer. I can share an insight; it is embraced by one and rejected by another. I am learning that this is not failure on my part. It is a matter of taste. We all have different tastes, developed over the years by past experiences and experiments. By traditions, cultural and regional offerings. Tasted repeatedly over the years, or maybe as a ‘one-off’, when we reply ‘no thank you’ the next time it is offered.

I spent years trying to become the fruit everyone would want. In doing that, I denied who I was created to be by my Higher Power; on purpose for a purpose. Instead of embracing myself as is, I twisted, contorted, stretched, and squashed my being to appeal to all who encountered me. I did not honor the shape I was meant to grow into.

Through the blessings of recovery, I am now less concerned with being liked and more committed to being whole. I am enough, just as I am. And that is sooooo sweet to digest.