The thing is, I LOVE being self-sufficient. Getting myself from one place to another, figuring stuff out, having what I need. I love it.
It’s one of the things that makes me me.
I understand that there are other ways of being in the world. And I appreciate offers of help when they come my way, even if I choose to decline them.
There are also the words: self + sufficient. Which seem to exclude others. But to me, the words just mean I can be an entity unto myself if that’s what I choose. And I don’t always choose that.
I know that as I age, there will come a day when, for example, I can’t hoist my suitcase into the overhead bin. If I’m lucky enough to get older, aging will at some point bring an end to my self-sufficiency. And I’ll think back fondly to when I was a girl of 58…
Photos from last night: Underneath the rising moon, the green light from the lighthouse across the harbor.
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I agree: I love being self-sufficient myself. And I am not looking forward to the day when I need help. But as I’ve gotten older (I’ve got a couple of years on you), I’ve learned to appreciate people’s heartfelt willingness to help others. It’s probably something that should be encouraged. In everyone.
I agree, Anne. A big shout-out to all the helpers in the world. I love that commercial where one person helps someone, who helps someone else…
this is beautiful, maam. i wish i could also think like that.
Thanks so much. Maybe you’re already thinking like that…
Agree. But now while everyone is little I ask for help more and it makes a big difference. Letting someone hold a child, etc. 🙂 but when it’s just me-I agree.
Yeah, children fall in an entirely different category. I would go with as much help as I could possibly get…