So, I like to consider myself as a girl who is pretty even-keel. I don’t get overly emotional about stupid little things (though I’m a big cry baby when it comes to sappy movies, spiritual moments, or others’ tales of woe), am usually slow to anger, and don’t sweat the small stuff. And yet, here I am . . . . taking the day off from “normal life” because I realized that I needed a break. Do you ever get stressed without noticing it – and then all of a sudden – bam, the signs are right there before your face? Well, that’s what I did this weekend.
Minding my own business I discovered that while I was trying to do all the good things I’m supposed to do, I was also craving chocolate, sugary treats, not sleeping well, and then . . . . started to feel the onset of a cold with the fatigue, swollen glands and sore throat. That’s when I realized that my zombie looking blotched eyes, acne ridden chocolate face, and raspy throat (seems I’ve already got my Halloween costume – yuck!) were manifestations of the stress I was internalizing from moving, schooling, mothering, and running a household. And to think, I didn’t even know that I was stressed! Isn’t it funny how we as women take on so much, don’t (often) complain – and then all of a sudden, break down a bit because we were carrying more than we could handle?
I think about the scriptures, the Savior telling us to, “Bear ye one another’s burdens.” I’m more than delighted to help bear others’ burdens . . . . but often refuse to allow them to bear mine. I think that is common to women. More often than not, we struggle with our burdens in silence . . . until we break down, get sick, go into depression, eat a gallon of ice cream, or dry up the local reserves of Kleenex. Isn’t it selfish of me to not allow others to do service by accepting their help . . . or maybe even asking for it? I know that I feel of greater value to my friends and family when I can be of service to them, should I deny them the same? I want them to know that I need them, that they’re central to my well-being. So, tomorrow – I’m going to ask for help, so that I can get a couple of papers written and some packing done!
Washington, USA
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