My Own Two Feet

Watching Shania Twain's show, mostly cause I love her love songs and she's just so cute.  She was talking about being uncomfortable with the thought that it seems recommended that everyone could use a therapist.  She's the "strong" type, so she's wondering, 

"Can't we just work things out on our own? Why can't we just stand on our own two feet?"

Her bandmate asked, "Why?"

Why, indeed.

I used to be the type of person who simply would not ask for help.  I'd do without, even in big ways before I'd ask for help.  And it is true that I did manage to work things out for myself, but I sure wasted a lot of time figuring things out on my own all the time.

And now I believe that its pretty stupid to be such a soldier all the time.  There are people in our circles who are wiser, more insightful, more wealthy, more experienced than we are.  What a waste not to draw on those resources to make life a better experience.  Sometimes, our people really want to assist us on our journey, its like an honor, and we deny them the opportunity by our insistence to do it all ourselves.

Yes, I can stand on my own two feet, but when I lean or sway, I sure do really appreciate those hands around me to righten me up again.......






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