I’ve been struggling with what to write this week. I suppose because some of the thoughts in my head are not suitable for public consumption. If they were suitable, I’d be happy to share them, but sometimes … well sometimes I need to practice that grace thing and try to learn.
Occasionally I just need to go drink coffee and not be around people.
I feel like I have stepped into another dimension. And it’s not even the Twilight Zone. Oh the Twilight Zone is calling to me … I can still hear it … I’m just a step or two away at the moment. And the phrase it’s whispering to me this week is most interesting.
So. Labels. And assumptions still. And this psychological study I somehow find myself conducting.
My labels of “strong and independent” & “dependable and reliable” are making me weary lately. I have come by those labels naturally over many years. When you don’t have anyone knocking down the door to take care of things for you … you figure it out yourself. When you ask for help & don’t get it … you figure it out yourself. When others offer to help … and then you ask … and then they let you down … you figure it out yourself.
I don’t mean to be Wendy Whiner here, just observing what appears to be a theme all-of-a-sudden just lately.
I lift my eyes unto the hills … where does my help come from …
Yeah, that’s pretty much it. I count on God. He rocks. Always. And as the saying goes … he doesn’t give us more than we can handle, but I wish he didn’t think so much of me sometimes.
And I wish chivalry weren’t dead. I’m always delighted when someone offers to carry heavy things for me. So I guess it’s not completely dead.
Have you ever asked a question and got an answer back to a completely different question? And it opened up a whole can of worms?
Lest you think there are squirrels running rampant across this page, let me explain. I was looking for help with something recently. Looking for a little chivalry I suppose. And before I could even get to the “would you please” part … well … I think I got a can of worms. An open can.
There I go again, inciting panic. Maybe I come by that naturally too. I have been referred to as “Trouble” more than once. J
Here, let me take care of that for you.
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