It's a Bird. It's a Plane. It's......

It's a bird or a plane. It's not Super Karen. Super Karen and her cape got left behind in Rochester. I don't know if she's wandering the streets looking for some action or if she is just withering up in a corner of the Generose building with a host of other super persona? All I know is I'm done with her.

Oh, she was great while she lasted. Super Karen could get anything done and then more. She was a fast flying mover and shaker wandering around town using her cape like an apron and picking up projects and strays. No was not in her vocabulary not even when she knew darned well she could not leap that tall building in a single bound. She was more powerful than a speeding locomotive until one day she crashed. Still, in super hero form, she drug herself from the wreckage and limped on hoping to find her strength but it seemed as if someone had slipped her a kryptonite mickey.

Super Karen, as it turns out, wasn't so super. While she looked mild mannered on the outside her inside was a mess. This internal mess was a contributing factor to her fibromyalgia said the doctor. Lose the cape or keep on spiraling into the ground became the choice. Ask for help. Delegate responsibility. Put on the suit of moderation and join the mere mortals on the ground but keep the cape and....

Old habits die hard. True cliche'. I'm glad I left my cape in Rochester. In the past week there have been times where I'd want to take up a crusade but that's not my job anymore. The world is not mine to save. I've been great with giving advice to others about taking care of themselves first and everyone else second. I've used the airplane analogy of putting your oxygen mask on first and then your neighbors a gazillion times. However, I've neglected to hear it myself. I've neglected myself and as a result have not been the best I can be to myself and others. That's all about to change.

So, stay tuned for The New Adventures of Mild-mannered Karen Forbes.

Peace out People
Karen