I'm one of those, "It's merely a flesh wound!" kind of people. Can't stop. Never give up. Even when I'm hobbling around with a limb missing. Offers of assistance are often countered with, "Nope, I got it!" I suffer from bouts of extreme guilt, worried that I may not deserve what help I do receive. And God forbid I ask for help, even when I've fallen and can't get up.
But I'm changing. Slowly, but surely. I had a breakthrough on the asking-for-help business while in Colorado. My new friend Frances let me help her in her garden for a couple of days in exchange for some herbal advice, essential oils and a plant brushing healing ceremony that we did together while I was at her Frogworks Studio.
"Are we square, Frances?"
"Sure we are - you spent two days helping me in the garden."
"Don't give too much away, you did a lot for me..." Suddenly, it was like I was talking to myself.
Several people took me aside during my Colorado visit and said, "If you ever need anything, just ask." Apparently lot of people love me and would do anything for me. Huh.