The Hits Keep Coming
When responsibility keeps moving, whether you're ready or not.
You keep adapting because responsibilities keep changing.
What a week.
Yesterday, Connie ended up injured at work.
That turned into an ER visit from 11:30 to 3:30.
Luke’s evaluation at CBS didn’t happen.
Hershey’s vet appointment didn’t happen.
Everything shifted into survival mode.
The one piece of good news:
the ER staff and her work made sure she was still cleared for her spleen surgery.
At least something did not fall apart.
Then today happened.
Still no hot water.
Going on five days now.
This morning I finally cut my hair shorter.
Not for style.
Not for some dramatic fresh start.
Just because shorter hair is easier to wash in a sink.
Honestly, it was something I had already been thinking about doing.
I just had not gotten around to it yet.
Funny how life sometimes makes decisions for you.
You make plans.
Life makes adjustments.
This morning also included couch laundry, caregiving duties, frustration, exhaustion, and one of those moments that reminds you dementia does not care how overwhelmed you already are.
Some days feel less like living and more like adapting.
Adjusting schedules.
Adjusting expectations.
Adjusting emotions.
Adjusting routines.
Because there are no tap-outs in responsibilities like these.
The laundry still needs to be done.
People still need care.
Life still keeps moving.
You try to stay ahead of the next thing long enough to breathe.
And maybe that is what resilience actually looks like most days.
🌿 One Dreams Writing — Faith-filled reflections for life’s everyday turning points.