Oh hi . . .Courtney, the author of this blog here . . . it’s been awhile . . . like a long while. During my break, I became a mother to Ms. Haris Olivia Lindsay. And I’ve learned a lot in the past 90 + 4 days…
We normally don’t say those words, unless there’s a fire, a storm raging, alarms are ringing, and we’re losing control! And recently, I needed help . . .
We were not going to ask for help to move…crazy huh? Like standing on dynamite?
Some of our problems we create by simply not asking for help.
And I can say for me, there was some pride in not asking for help to move. I don’t normally ask for help, because receiving help can sometimes make me feel weak, not enough, that I should pay for the help, or that no one really wants to do this/that, I mean would I?