I find that there is an enourmous gap between my mind's expectation of what I can do and my body's reality. So often this trips me up as I launch into activities that I look forward to, only to be surprised at myself that I can't do it. A group of us had planned for weeks to go to a hay ride this afternoon and I had even invited the neighbours. I made a pie and was in the process of getting ready, when my husband gently asked me if I really thought I was up to it. And then I took notice of how I was feeling, and I realized, as though waking from a dream, that no, I couldn't manage a busy and active evening in the country. Sadly I said goodbye as the carload left, but ah ha, they left the pie. There is some consolation.
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