Setting limits

In the land of eternal repairs, my body is learning how to keep on going even when it cannot stand on its own two feet.

Perhaps that is the new lesson: asking for help when I need it.

I managed a birthday dinner here with the help of my daughter and granddaughters and I can manage my volunteer jobs with the right amount of adjustments and help.

I have to shuck pride and do what's necessary, but if I don't I will be stuck at home, maybe for the rest of my life. What is the point of living if I don't live?

So . . . I use the walker, or my cane. I set limits like not shelving books. I ask for help when I need it and life goes on.

And it actually goes quite nicely once I get the hang of it.