This morning I had plans. But I woke up tired. And a thousand voices in my head were saying, "Take it easy." I sat here for a full 30 minutes debating whether I should just bull ahead and do what I'd planned. Tempting. Oh, so tempting. Then the voices start in again.
So I'm taking your advice. Starting slow. Taking a break, even though I haven't done anything I need to take a break from. Trouble is, I know in a couple hours I'll be ready to go and think, "Why didn't I just go do what I'd planned?" I'm learning to let go of my pride, a little bit at least.
Because of the tension between my pride and your common sense, I was getting a little snappy and Teya asked why I was being like that. So I explained, and her response was, "So you're not willing to accept the excuse that you've had a brain injury and need time to recover?" Even my kids. Sigh.
From the mouths of babes... comes the wisdom of ages.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I was able to walk up Willock Road again and thinking "This feels great" then realizing that I better not walk until I'm tired or I won't have the energy to make it back. Patience my friend, and God's peace.
Jack