Okay, I know it is a bit crude but isn’t it factual? There are days when I just feel like that beetle. Everything I try to do simply leads to more that needs to be done. The load gets heavier not lighter, how can that be? I am afraid that if I stop pushing for even a moment it will overwhelm and crush me, but stopping is exactly what I need to do. I need to stop, think about what I am doing, and find a better way to go. And, that better way usually involves asking for help or sharing my challenges with someone else.

It’s not easy to admit that I am not Wonder-woman. I should be able to do it all, shouldn’t I? After all, there is an old adage that says “you’re never given more than you can handle”. What if handling it all  includes knowing when to give up and call for help? What if it means being wise enough to recognize that I have limitations and that pushing beyond those puts me and my ability to care for my husband at risk?

I have a wonderful husband who is still somewhat capable and can help me figure out how to face certain challenges. I also have a support network of friends and family who are there for me whenever I ask, I certainly don’t have to walk this journey alone. I have developed a network of community supports, people who can help me with the bigger chores I can’t or just don’t want to handle. There are people who are willing to take on some of my challenges, even if it is just by listening to me whine over a cup of coffee, just as I am there for them. So, maybe it’s time I stopped being the beetle on this uphill battle and started sharing the challenges and the love that comes along with it.