Oz Unveiled

i'm always the one who tries to fix everything for people; make everything right, pacify even the toughest critics and naysayers, find the ideal middle ground. i'm a peacemaker! A success facilitator for others. Sacrificing what i can of myself for other's benefit is my specialty.
Today, all that was thrown out the window. i can't help everyone. Right now i can't even help the One person i want to help most. i can't make it better, can't influence the outcomes or even find a way to make it less difficult. i can't own it. i can't clone me nor spread myself thinner to accomodate everyone's needs of me. Today... the spaghetti has won. The great and powerful Oz is but a mere mortal.
Some days i crave being held helpless, given no option but surrender. This isn't one of them. This feels so foreign from whom i know myself to be.
i'm afraid that in my struggle with this, i've been less than a perfect listener for You. i keep trying to solve, save, suggest, stop-gap... i've rushed in to try to help, shared with You my frustrations at not being able to. Oy - so wrong.
In short, i've mucked it up this time.
i'll do better in the future. (Although i'm sorry You had to...) Thank You for pointing it out to me. It was kind of You to tell me instead of harbouring frustrations with my behaviour.