self-sufficient: 142/365

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It came to me on my walk today, and I came back and checked. It’s true but difficult for me to believe that in 141 posts I had not written about my desire to be self-sufficient, something I value and aspire to, and something that I am.

On airplanes, I don’t check my bag, so I’m often hoisting a 28-30 pound bag up into the overhead bin. Rarely does anyone offer to help, and I don’t ask for it. After all, I’m the one who packed all those pounds and chose not to check. It’s my responsibility to hoist.

I don’t like asking for help. I’ve read that there’s value in it, but I still don’t like it. I like to get my own drink and open my own door. I like being able to take care of myself.

Except when I’m sick. Then I like to be taken care of.

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12 thoughts on “self-sufficient: 142/365

    • Helena, in my ideal “sick” scenario, I would like someone to check on me to see if I need anything and/or what I’d like to eat or drink. Nothing spectacular. I just know some people like to be left alone when sick, but not me. Hope you are enjoying your recuperation : )

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  1. I understand your desire to be self-sufficient and think I achieved it to a great degree. But, if my calculations are correct, I am about 20 years older than you, and the hardest task I have now is learning to accept – and, oh horrors, ask for help when needed.

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    • Dorothy, I feel your “horrors.” : ) And I also feel as if I’m headed for a moment of truth on this subject. I probably already receive more help than I realize. And we all need help at some point, right, whether it’s each day or every now and then? But I just so love being self-sufficient…

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  2. This is the devil’s advocate speaking: When I hear the terms “self sufficient” and “taking care of myself” I think first and foremost in financial terms. I opened a lot of doors and got a lot of drinks for myself before being able to pay my own way in the world, but it didn’t keep me from being essentially dependent. Sadly, money is power. And when you have it, or enough of it, it stops mattering who opens the door.

    But I know what you mean. 🙂

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