"When I say, "My foot is slipping,"
your mercy, O LORD, sustains me."
Psalm 94:17-18
I find that the yoke of life rests more easily on my shoulders now. I don't fret as much about the things I cannot change, and when I can make a difference, I do, but no longer so often demand perfection from myself and others.
That being said, my physical energy leaks from me like air from a pin-pricked balloon. I begin the day slowly but with purpose, yet by early afternoon I am exhausted and any excessive noise or commotion hastens the process.
Acceptance is much easier spoken than accomplished. I sometimes apply the cane of "lazy" to my psyche hoping to force my body to make more of an effort; the net result being that my health slips a bit further.
I must learn to love myself enough to believe that I am doing my best everyday and that my best is enough.
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