Learning More Patience
I’m waiting to have surgery to repair torn muscles in my stomach. Soonish. Whenever. I’m not expecting any trouble with the operation.
But.
I am really, really BAD at letting other people do things for me. Rotten. Rancid. Seriously not-good. It’s one of my worst faults. And I’m about to get my nose rubbed in it.
My family will come to help out while I’m recuperating. The neighbours have offered to help with property maintenance. There will be relatives phoning to check up on me and bring me casseroles. Someone else will put in next winter’s wood, look after my ninety-year-old mother, and clean the ashes out of the stove.
Please don’t think I’m not grateful. I am. But it’s going to drive me crazy anyway. This will be an exercise in learning to go with the flow.
What the heck, I guess I need the lesson.
But.
I am really, really BAD at letting other people do things for me. Rotten. Rancid. Seriously not-good. It’s one of my worst faults. And I’m about to get my nose rubbed in it.
My family will come to help out while I’m recuperating. The neighbours have offered to help with property maintenance. There will be relatives phoning to check up on me and bring me casseroles. Someone else will put in next winter’s wood, look after my ninety-year-old mother, and clean the ashes out of the stove.
Please don’t think I’m not grateful. I am. But it’s going to drive me crazy anyway. This will be an exercise in learning to go with the flow.
What the heck, I guess I need the lesson.