I cannot do everything. This is not news to me or anyone else. So why have I been running myself ragged trying to do everything and beating myself up for the things I couldn't do? I know I cannot do it all, I just haven't accepted it yet. Knowing and accepting are completely related, yet completely different.
Just knowing that I can't do everything by myself means I keep trying to do more than I'm capable of doing without stopping to draw the line when too much is too much. Accepting that I can't do everything means knowing with absolute certainty where that line is. Knowing and accepting that that line moves depending on how I feel physically and how my husband and children feel. And boy oh boy, do I need help! Acceptance is where I admit that I need help and actually seek it out.