"Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences."
~Norman Cousins ~
For many years I have misunderstood love as personal sacrifice and believed it is my job to carry the greatest load I can possibly bear. But this is silly and self-defeating and doesn't lead to feelings of love, but to feelings of resentment instead, and bitterness, and I want no voluntary part of these things.
As of now, I am claiming my limits, and owning them without apology or exaggeration: just stating the facts. I can do what I can do, and will proceed along in good spirits, but insisting for myself that I do more than that is a recipe for dysfunction.
I stop volunteering myself for activities and responsibilities beyond my limits.
