Before I would always try to get the most out of every day. I'd push my days to the limit and make big plans to get a lot accomplished. If I didn't check everything off my list I'd get disappointed in myself and feel like the day was a failure.
What I think now is everyday is its own day, with its own struggles. I can plan things on a day, but until I live that day I don't know what I realistically can accomplish. Things that I didn't expect may come up. Maybe I don't feel up to doing everything I hoped due to how I physically feel that day.
And that's Ok. Just because I didn't do everything, doesn't mean that day was a waste.
It's like this. I am back at work. While my job most of the time is not physically demanding, there are times when I would need to lift heavy object or climb on things. It was not unusual to see me laying across a pipe 15 feet off the ground with a 3 foot wrench trying to reach a bolt. I can't do that anymore. And I accept that.I hate asking for help. But I am coming to understand that there's nothing wrong with asking for a hand to do things. And friends and family are happy to come to my aid.
Everyday is its own journey. And sometimes that journey will have limitations due to my age, my physical being, or my mental health. And that's part of life. With ageing and sickness we all will find ourselves dealing with new limitations that maybe we didn't have before. We just need to understand that and celebrate what we can do everyday and now dwell on what we can't.
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