Pride can be a real pain in the ass. It can keep you from many Joys, in ways you might not even think about. Take it from someone who knows: Pride is a Party Pooper.
Now, before we go further, let's make it clear: I'm not talking about the kind of pride you feel when you or your child have accomplished something. Or the kind that arises from having conquered some fear or limitation. I'm talking about the pride that gets in the way of your well-being. Like when you want something but don't have the means to get it. Whether that something is a "thing" or a "need" or even a relationship. If you want it, and it can't be had without some help...that's the pride I'm talking about.
When you want/need something and you know the only way to get/accomplish that something is to ask for help, and you don't ask ....that is the Party Pooper Pride. It's that voice in your head that tells you how pathetic you are for even having to ask. The voice that says, "Oh look at you. Why don't you just dry up and blow away. You're pitiful."
When that voice speaks, you'd be best off ignoring it. That Party Pooper is doing its best to keep you stuck. To stop you from moving forward. To leave you feeling as helpless and unimportant as possible. Is that the kind of voice you want to heed? Do you really think that by asking for help you're going to be "less" than you are? Do you suppose that anyone who has reached any of their goals did it all by their lonesome?
Are you kidding me?!
Nobody. And I mean NObody who has ever reached "the top" got there alone. Every single one of them had help along the way. Some lived in their cars and only ate because someone else fed them. Some lived on friends' couches for months on end. Some even stood on streets, playing a guitar or horn or whatever...with a hat for "donations" so they could go buy a hot dog at the 7Eleven (ICK!). The stories are as endless as the reasons why. But the endings are pretty much the same:
They needed help. They told the Party Pooper to SHUT UP, and they asked for help.
There is no shame in asking. It's far more shameful to need and not ask than to need and suffer needlessly. We are all here to lend a hand. And you have to ask yourself, "...if the shoe were on the other foot, would I want them to ask me for help?"
If you don't ask, you don't get.
So how 'bout you get over the Party Poopin' Pride and let those people who love you (and even those who don't know you....) help. I'd be willing to bet they'd help...
...if you'd only ask.
Now, before we go further, let's make it clear: I'm not talking about the kind of pride you feel when you or your child have accomplished something. Or the kind that arises from having conquered some fear or limitation. I'm talking about the pride that gets in the way of your well-being. Like when you want something but don't have the means to get it. Whether that something is a "thing" or a "need" or even a relationship. If you want it, and it can't be had without some help...that's the pride I'm talking about.
When you want/need something and you know the only way to get/accomplish that something is to ask for help, and you don't ask ....that is the Party Pooper Pride. It's that voice in your head that tells you how pathetic you are for even having to ask. The voice that says, "Oh look at you. Why don't you just dry up and blow away. You're pitiful."
When that voice speaks, you'd be best off ignoring it. That Party Pooper is doing its best to keep you stuck. To stop you from moving forward. To leave you feeling as helpless and unimportant as possible. Is that the kind of voice you want to heed? Do you really think that by asking for help you're going to be "less" than you are? Do you suppose that anyone who has reached any of their goals did it all by their lonesome?
Are you kidding me?!
Nobody. And I mean NObody who has ever reached "the top" got there alone. Every single one of them had help along the way. Some lived in their cars and only ate because someone else fed them. Some lived on friends' couches for months on end. Some even stood on streets, playing a guitar or horn or whatever...with a hat for "donations" so they could go buy a hot dog at the 7Eleven (ICK!). The stories are as endless as the reasons why. But the endings are pretty much the same:
They needed help. They told the Party Pooper to SHUT UP, and they asked for help.
There is no shame in asking. It's far more shameful to need and not ask than to need and suffer needlessly. We are all here to lend a hand. And you have to ask yourself, "...if the shoe were on the other foot, would I want them to ask me for help?"
If you don't ask, you don't get.
So how 'bout you get over the Party Poopin' Pride and let those people who love you (and even those who don't know you....) help. I'd be willing to bet they'd help...
...if you'd only ask.
