There are benefits of being punched in the life. Because I've always had so little energy but loved to accomplish things, I've been forced to find the most efficient ways to direct my time. Because so many people including doctors didn't get what was happening to me, I learned to trust my own judgment and be independent of others' opinions.
I discovered the simple test for discerning between healthy and unhealthy relationships. If I can't keep up but I'm still treated well both to my face and behind my back, I'm in a friendship worthy of what little energy I can invest in it. Often I was shocked to find out how much effort I had poured into a relationship that failed that test. But many times I've been humbled to realize how many people loved me in spite of my inabilities.
It's easy to become discouraged by the endless list of should-have-dones, but looking instead at what I have achieved, especially in pain, with fatigue, and lacking resources, I can be proud of who I am.
I am a master of time management.
I am a master of ignoring the haters.
I am a master of positive attitude.
I am a master of differentiating needs from wants.
I am a master of organization.
I am a master of self-motivation.
I can give myself permission to rest when I need to rest because I need to rest. I can say that I have done everything I can do, to be the best I can be, for God's glory and my family's well-being.
I. Can. Get. It. Done.
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