Red light- Green light

I'm back and in full control. I'm working out again and continuing my pledge to eat healthy.
Last week  kicked my butt. I don't know what happened but I felt like I was treading water barely keeping my head above the surface. I couldnt keep up with daily chores and felt overwhelmed and TIRED.
One day last week while I was driving, I dropped my cell phone. My plan was to pick it up at a red light. As luck would have it, I got every single green light.  It was extremely frustrating and I could feel my anxiety rising. I finally got the red light I needed and I let out a huge sigh of relief and closed my eyes. It was such a defining moment  because I felt this sense of peace and calmness take over. I was able to clear my mind .  It was just me, the music and my thoughts. When the light turned green, I felt a sense of relaxation I hadnt felt in a long time.
I think those green lights were a metaphor for my life. I was the Energizer Bunny on crack, just going and going and going. My goal this year was to slow down, relax and smell the roses but I wasn't doing anything to establish this goal. I needed a red light for my life.
So what did I do? I realized that I am not Superwoman. I cannot and don't have to do it all my self. It's ok to relinquish control and ask for help. It will not make me less of a woman if I  can't juggle career, house and famly perfectly and quite frankly no one said I had to. I was the only person putting those expectations on myself. Maybe it was culture, or maybe it was OCD, who knows, but my expectations of myself were unrealistic. Plus if I'm doing my job as a wife and mother then I've  established an environment in which my husband and daughter (especially my daughter) can do for themselves. They probably never did because I would do it all for them.
I put my plan to work. This past weekend when we had come back from LA, they said they were hungry. I was already lying down so I told them to get cereal. They didn't get cereal but they did make themselves some quesadillas AND asked if I wanted anything. AWESOME.  The next day I had my daughter take on more responsilbilites after school while I cooked dinner. The result? Extra time for me to work out and time to finally write in my journal.
As I write this I'm thinking that maybe I am Superwoman. I just wasn't using my powers in the right way. If you look back, every super hero had someone to help him or her out, they didn't go it alone. That wouldve been impossible.  Batman had Robin and Alfred. Spiderman had aunt May and Wonderwoman had Wondergirl.  Who do I have?  Well I have a loving caring family who is going to play a huge role in my taking time to stop and smell the roses and treasure those red lights we often take for granted.