Today I took a friend to urgent care. They had been moving furniture by themselves and things didn’t go so well. They ended up in a lot of pain and unable to drive to the doctor. I was of course grateful to have been around and able to help. As I waited in the car (they weren’t allowing anyone not being treated inside - good call) I got to thinking about how often I have stubbornly insisted that I could do something on my own. Many things really. I’m an only child, I’m stubborn, often prideful and it has hurt me before too. Recently, on a call with a client I used moving furniture alone as an analogy for self improvement… you have to push a little over here, pull a bit from this angle, slide it this way, walk it back, pace around wishing someone would show up miraculously and help.. or do it for you. Once you finally accept that no one is coming you have to rethink your approach, learn to be patient with the process and sometimes, in the end, discover that it doesn’t fit or look the way you thought it would.. but you’re proud and feel accomplished none the less. In my analogy though I hadn’t really taken into account how much you could honestly fuck yourself up by going it alone. All of this is to say.. ask for help -with whatever you are struggling with. That’s what we are all here for. To support each other.
Day 359: Sunday hash. Russet potatoes, celery, apples, purple cabbage, garlic, kale, a soft boiled egg and a little bit of bacon. I don’t eat a lot of meat but every once in a while…