It’s All In Me…But It’s Really Not

I am a pretty independent chick.  Asking for help is not a strong point.  My apartment in Houston was on the third floor.  No elevator.  When I went shopping, I was very conscientious.  I had no intention of making two trips up three flights of stairs.  I would be a bag lady.  Weighted down but determined to make it to the top. 

I had made a quick trip to Target after work.  My apartment was missing something.  My spidey senses began to tingle when I walked by a bookcase.  I had to have it.  But that was not the only item that I picked up during that particular quick trip.  I do not remember the other items that I picked up, but I ended up with quite a few bags in addition to that bookcase.

As I pulled into the parking space at my apartment, I began to re-evaluate my usual one trip decision.  I side eyed this boxed up bookcase as I lined my bags up on my arms.  Well, here goes nothing.  I picked up the bookcase and began my slow ascent.

You know I had to put that thing down on the first landing and take a break.  Heavy breathing.  Regretting all my life choices.  The usual cycle that I have when I do dumb stuff.  Sigh.  But I was determined to do it all in one trip.  On to the second landing…and another break. 

In the midst of that break, a neighbor happened to be coming down the stairs and saw my struggle.  He asked if I needed help.  You might think that I jumped at the opportunity for help.  You thought wrong.  I had to think for a minute before I agreed to accept his offer.  The fatigue won out and I let him take it on up the last flight.  I thanked him profusely and rolled into my apartment.

Child, I am a whole fool when it comes to doing things on my own.  Don’t worry.  Although I still practice independence, I have learned to accept help.  Sometimes.  At least I am trying to do life with others.  That is progress.  #wepreach