True confession: I'm a control freak. I'm not very good at letting others do things for me. Right now I'm virtually helpless, and it's making me miserable. I broke my fibula on Friday and the reality set in that I've got at least six weeks of not being able to do for me.
No working out the way I'm used to.
No yoga.
Not being able to cook for myself. This means my breakfasts and lunches will be things that require little or no effort because I'm limited.
I never thought I'd say this, but cleaning is another thing that I can't Di and I'm sore about.
My schedule is taking a big hit. For example this week it included open house at school, dinner out with my senior high youth leader, youth advisory council at church, autism support group and teaching yoga. Our of all that, all I am going to be able to do is back to school night.
The activities of daily living are a challenge too. I'm managing but it's hard. I can't drive for at least 5 weeks so I am reliant on others to take me places. This means I am now beholden to another person's schedule.
Yes, I am aware I'm whining. Yes there are others who are in worse situations than I am. Sure I'm probably being a bit high maintenance, but it's also because I don't demand this all the time that it seems bad. Everyone is entitled to a pity party now and then, and this is mine. Feel free to join in.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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