Sometimes I get caught up in the swift, fast-paced life that I am in. The homework, the work load, the family, the friends…everything adds up quickly. I like to think I am holding the world up, only to realize and be humbled that I am a small person blessed to live on this earth and am really not in control of that much. Maybe just what I am going to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But then again, when I am at home, even that decision seems to disappear.
Recently I have come to the realization that I am a fixer. If there is a problem I believe there to be a solution. I want to find the solution. Then I want to make the solution a reality. Truth is, there is not always a solution.
I like to help my friends out and be there for them when I can. For many reasons, one because I love them and two because most of them have been or would be there for me if I needed them. I want to help everyone. Recall my post a few weeks back about the homeless woman. The things I need to remind myself of is this: I am not superwoman.
I now turn the rest up to the real super, G-d.