Stress is something that just creeps up on you and it can control your life, if you let it that is. Well it nearly did that to me - doing too much and for too long in a voluntary capacity - the only warning I got was a stroke! Hum! it was a time to re-evaluate ones life and the importance of family. In short working as a volunteer is wonderful - but learn to walk away. Perfection will never be achieved and things will not mean the same to others like it does to you - a lesson learned - my life is more important.
Stopping those voluntary responsibilities was extreme for me, but there is a limit and my family is precious (as it is to us all); and the only way was stop. My husband said we are going away for a month, and perhaps take my older sister with us - give her a break and also to help me. A reminder that how vulnerable we all are.
On top of this, a broken hand - ouch. As I am ambidextrous, both hands are vital to produce my art; as well as writing newsletters. Falling in the paddock, landed on my hand full of hay awkwardly! Entertaining for my gorgeous horses, it was rather unpleasant for the "lander"! Recovery was - two fingers dangling in a strange position - (husband was working in the workshop; he is not one to handle this), so I gently pulled them in place and then proceeded to show my husband my rather disheveled self (it was an extremely wet day as well) - mud and stuff from head to toe - and the smell was not so sweet! Few days later, saw the doctor re the hand. Had X-Ray which showed two very long breaks in my hand. We were leaving for Europe the coming Sunday! The specialist made a brilliant job on the Friday before. Eight little screws placed in my hand, and I am proud to say - it looks near normal and am getting back to nearly full use. The recovery would not have been so good if I was not travelling; as work around the farm - would have made it quite impossible to be effective - so perhaps it was meant to happen! Anything to slow me down!