Heels to the Wind

The "heels to the wind" approach is akin to digging your heels into the dirt and refusing to budge. It is what happens to people who get dragged into doing things that they really don't want to do, but they do it anyway. This is me, lately. I understand the concept of saying no to people, I do. However, I also don't wish to be a selfish "Me Me Me " type, who says no when the plan goes against what I want.

The scenario, I often get roped into get togethers, playing chauffer, cleaning lady, and grocery lady, all along with working anywhere from 10 to 12 hours per day at my job. All of this with little or no help from my more than capable family. I don't always speak out until I finally realize that I'm not Superwoman after all. By then, I'm foaming at the mouth, my eyes are ringed with derision and I'm pulling bald spots not only from my hair, but from everyone else's as well. I basically try to shoulder the load way to much, because, let's face it, normally I can handle it all. It is actually fairly easy to deceive myself into believing that I'm the only one who can get things done in my house. This is really a delusional characteristic of the epitome of the overworked, under appreciated, modern day woman.

Just because we handle everything most of the time, doesn't mean that we can handle everything all the time. I finally had to hang up my cape, put the vacuum cleaner in someone else's hands and scream until I was able to find my own inner -- well -- me. I had to come to terms with what I was allowing to happen to me, draw the uncrossable line, and accept my own humanity. I had to not only demand help, I also had to allow it to happen.

I'll wear the cape another day; for now, I'm glad I'm not Superwoman after all.