Good Morning, God!
I have been reorganizing our home and mostly enjoying it. Our daughter, Sandy, is coming with her husband Dave. This time I want them to have an upgraded guest room! So, the old closet doors that did slide if you made a real effort, have been replaced with gently sliding mirror doors. And Kit had mostly emptied the big wooden dresser in his office! So, I finished finding places for the rest of his archival collection. And I diligently sanded the dresser drawers so they too would slide easily.
But, a real old fashioned wood dresser is heavy! I easily carried down the 3 drawers. And I figured that gravity would help me get the main frame of the dresser down the stairs. I was a little concerned though. Concerned enough so that I mentioned my intention to friends. All of them were HORRIFIED! One suggested I ask our handiman for help. Duh! He came the next day — did it in five minutes — and exhorted me saying, “DON’T BE STUPID!!! Give me a call anytime.” He refused the idea of getting paid for such a small amount of helping.
A few minutes later — moving a few more books — I put my hand on Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much, by Anne Wilson Schaef. I opened it to the page titled, ASKING FOR HELP. Ooh oh! Sure enough, that page nailed me! “We have learned many ways of getting help with our asking for it and without admitting that we need it. Yet, there is something infinitely more honest in asking for help when we need it.”
Her takeaway at the bottom of that page was: ASKING FOR HELP does not mean that we are weak or incompetent. It usually indicates and advanced level of honesty and intelligence.
Sigh. . . yeah, Margie, don’t be stupid! Or proud! Or smushed by a falling dresser!