admitting your limits is not admitting defeat

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Muscle weakness may last just a couple of days sometimes, but the emotional struggles it triggers linger much longer. Each day is one task at a time, pretending that I'm not afraid it will happen again. Especially now, as work is extremely busy, I push away the anxiety that threatens me around every turn. I have to remind myself that I can only do what I can and I have to be okay with not doing what I cannot. 

It has taken me years to recognize this. That there are things I cannot, in fact, do. 

...and that is okay.

 Saying you can't do something is not saying you can't do anything. 

So I stop to smell the wildflowers, make time to read, play Solitaire or Kings in the Corner. Whatever I can make time to do to quiet my mind and think of nothing or anything else. But most importantly, I focus on people. 

The people around me don't care if I use a cane, or don't come to work for a couple days, or need to ask for help with a few meals or with my dogs. They are my support system and they are ready to help when I need it. That is what makes everything ok. I don't need everyone I see to be my support system, I just need a few. 

So thank you to my friends and neighbors who are always willing to help me. 

Until next time,
KELLY ANN

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