I got my car back today after a week of it being at the repair shop. In case you were wondering, a week without a car is as bad as it sounds. For someone as fiercely (and admittedly often annoyingly) independent and adventurous as I tend to be, taking away my car is like clipping my wings. Not to say that it stopped me… I think slowed me down is a better description.
I can’t say the whole experience was bad though. Being without a car really highlighted to me how much the people in my life are willing to help me. I often neglect the fact that in the same way I love when people ask me to help them, others around me feel the same way when I ask them. In fact, I have trouble even asking someone to make me a cup of tea when I feel as though I am perfectly able to make one myself. I am coming to realise that this is not good.
Opening yourself up to receive help from others can be challenging, but incredibly rewarding. It’s nice to be needed. Asking for help is putting your trust in someone. And I think that is a pretty a powerful way to build relationships. We are not meant to journey through life alone. We are stronger when we work together.
Although I am not voluntarily going to give up my car again anytime soon, I am going to be more mindful of reaching out. Something I know is not going to be easy for me, but important nonetheless.
I am not sure I will ever get to the level of total damsel in distress.
But I’m hoping my Prince Charming won’t mind.