There’s a hole in the road called My Life which I have fallen into time and time again.
Even when I see it there, somehow I don’t avoid it in time or, well, just forget that I need to navigate more thoughtfully.
The hole is Helping. Too much. Without BEing asked.
You know, don’t you?!
Finishing someone’s sentences. Barging into their story. Cleaning what they don’t see needs to BE cleaned…
I have a friend who is moving “home” tomorrow.
She has talked to me a LOT over the past few months about the job of leaving somewhere she has lived for 16 years.
I’ve wanted to help out, to step up, to relieve her of some of the burden; but I’ve NOT been asked.
This is rather an astonishing thing for me.
And I say this with, ummmmmmm, okay, a good bit of good old-fashioned pride.
Apparently I have been of great assistance ANYWAY!!!
I have been an ear to listen.
I have been a voice of calm, reassuring her that YES, this is a BIG undertaking.
Sometimes that’s been the best help of all.
I won’t deny I’ve wished I could BE of some “REAL” help.
Still, I like that I have been able to help as I have.
BEcause that’s what she’s asked of me.
I love you, Currie