Something else occurred to me while all this epiphany was happening. Something I didn't want to accept for decades because I've always been a carefree wanderer. Time is important. Our time on this Earth is important (it's a proper noun Robin, I can capitalize it!). I've never been one to pull away when a friend, lover, or family needs something. I've always rushed to help or to lend my ear. Thing is, the older we get the wiser we get (hopefully). I don't think anyone in my life would let anyone drown, but those who are ready to be saved, ready to be helped, have to at least to tread water. As someone who seems to trip and fall down often, gonna go with because I'm reckless, I know why people don't always rush to my side.
It's not that sometimes I don't need help. It's that sometimes I don't know which direction to go. I have to really figure that out for myself first. Point in case (an expression which never made sense to me and I don't know if I'm using it correctly now), when I first moved to NYC I just wanted a job. I thought I would be a Product Manager like I was in Minnesota and so I kept applying to those jobs. I'm not a Product Manager though, I have never been one. I'm was a Buyer. Yeah I didn't know what I was, but had I took the time to talk with people in NYC about what I liked to do, what I had experience with, then maybe someone would have pointed me in the right direction. When you're looking for help, when someone is reaching out, they need to make sure they've done the spiritual journey to see what they're truly looking for. Otherwise they just end up floundering in the sea instead of swimming to the shore. (See that analogy? Booyah grandma. Booyah).
And now a pic of me all professional because it's my blog and I look sexy.
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