I am not Superwoman

Today is a get real with myself kind of day. I may be tall, thin, and opinionated, but Superwoman I am not. I'm a person that gets tired and frustrated just like everyone else.

There's only so much I can get done in one day. Yesterday, I had to come home from school because I started feeling awful. Pain in my hips and just feeling yucky. Normally, I would push myself to stay, but I could hardly focus on my work. "How are you?" my teacher asked. This was my chance to be honest with her...and myself. "Well, I could be better," I told her honestly. "Tell you what," she said, "Why don't you go home and we will reschedule your speech for another day?"

Wow. God knew just what I needed even if I had a hard time admitting it. If you know me in real life, you will understand why I hated leaving school yesterday. I genuinely love school. I pretty much always have. I get a rush like no other when I learn something new. I wake up (most days) excited to stretch the limits of what I think I know.

So, I came home yesterday and tried to rest. The reality is my assignments will eventually get done. Once again, I'm reminded that as long as I do my part, God will take care of the rest. Thank you Lord for always looking out for me.

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tam7777 said…
Right you are not superwoman. I think it runs in the family. ha Your body will tell you when it needs a break reguardless whether you like it or not. Like I always say you will get your work done ---you always do-- maybe not on your timeframe but you do get it done. Great post as always.
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