Asking for Help

I continue to struggle with the concept of asking for help. I seem to sway between being utterly incapable of asking for help, feeling too proud and independent and asking for too much help, feeling tired and helpless.

Looking back at the most challenging time of my life I realize that there were people who opened up doors for me that literally saved my life. However, I have also been dealt many cards of “tough love” where I was asked to stumble and find my way through those doors on my own.

Old habitual patterns of “helplessness” make me feel like a headless chicken seeking shelter. Yet
deep in my heart I know that a big part of it is about dealing with it on my own. The extrovert in me wants to whine to everyone about my problems and yet a wise (and sometimes hard) voice inside says “you can do this”.

Having gone through a similarly rough time recently I struggled to find the balance between calling upon the inner strength I have been building consciously with my Yoga practice, and being humble, smart and skillful enough to accept it from those who are readily offering it.

One of the things I have been doing to help build my inner strength is going on Yoga retreats. Being with myself sheds light on my tendencies and where I need to continue to grow.

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
Metta Always, Weam

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