Wherein our heroine seeks spiritual enlightenment within the chaos of art, motherhood, and life in general.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
a helping hand
From as far back as I can remember, I have been one of those people who just can't bring themselves to ask for help with anything. One of my mother's favorite sayings was "life is a do-it-yourself job!", and somehow that got planted into my psyche as "thou shalt not ask for anything - just go get/do/be it on your own or do without". So, yeah. Luckily for me, it is possible to teach an old dog new tricks - and life has a way of throwing life lessons at us until we finally 'get' the important stuff.
I am not 100% there yet, but once in a great while I do actually realize that I am not (gasp!) omnipotent, and that occasionally I DO need a helping hand. It's still nearly impossible for me to just *ask* for help - I tend to hang about sighing and grumbling and acting out pathetically, hoping that someone will notice my plight and *offer* help - is that not the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard coming from a 50-year-old??
When I grow up (which I hope will be soon, very soon), I want to be the kind of person who does not feel ashamed, embarrassed or unworthy when coming up against something I need help with.
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