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"Yes," he replied.
Big deal. I put pillow under his head and he was comfortable. He doesn’t know whether I was a nurse or a stranger. It doesn't matter. He felt better and so did I. I helped, BUT why didn't nurses?
I won't settle for that anymore. I can't save world, but I can do my part.
That's letting air out of my balloon, too.
I've learned that when life gets too heavy, it doesn't mean you're WEAK if you admit it. It took a long time for me to get there. Tears don't equate to weakness. They are God's way of allowing you to cleanse your soul. I always had this crazy idea that if you can't handle things, you're weak. That's bologna.
That's what God is for.
So, let air out of your balloon. Cry if you have to. Help if you feel it's needed but are afraid of doing it. Voice a complaint if you have one. Allow yourself to 'be'. Let yourself know that you need to recharge once in a while and accept fact that it's okay to let injustices you see bother you. More importantly, do something about them if you can. Accept that you get tired and need to nurture yourself, too. If you're running around caring for others, know that it's draining and that there's only so much you can take before your balloon starts to fill too much. Don't punish yourself for needing rest. REST. Let go of guilt. Guilt fills balloons very quickly.
If a balloon has right amount of air in it, it's beautiful, light, floating, colorful and vibrant. Just like you. © Ellen M. DuBois
Ellen M. DuBois, MA - Ms. DuBois is engaged and has a dog who loves to critique her work. She is published in vol.2 of God Allows U-Turns with her piece, "The Angel in the Dumpster". She writes to touch the hearts of others. Please visit Writings of the Heart, her award winning writer's resource site- http://writingsoftheheart.homestead.com/index.html