No matter the size of the grocery haul, I was a one trip wonder. Second or third story walk up? No problem. My carrying capacity knew no bounds.
I must've looked ridiculous.
What was I trying to prove?
Feats of strength and balance!
Focus! Determination! Get it!
Inevitably, you must:
set it all down
fInd the keys
open the door
pick it all back up again.
Sounds like my friend Grief.
Have you met?
Carrying capacity stretched beyond your limit? Check.
Focus fuzzy trying to find your balance? Check.
Feats of strength because you have no choice? Check.
The key is knowing that you need to set that $h!t down. Rearrange the load. Take a breath. Pick it up and carry it over the threshold, one bag at a time.
You never looked ridiculous. Everyone is managing their own load, not minding yours. Seriously.
My carrying capacity exceeds that of a generic paper plate. Who knew? When you allow loved ones to lighten the load, when you cast your cares on the one who bears those burdens, then you make room for something more. Carry on.
Reflections