I am self-reliant.
It’s something I pride myself on, my independence, my ability to stand on my own two. It’s seen me through a lot of tough times, & shown me that I can do a lot more than I ever thought I was capable of.
But that’s also how I was raised.
My parents are strong, independent people. Born in the mid-40s, they were raised by parents who taught them that hard work was its own reward; that success was not about making millions, but was about achieving personal goals, while being a good, caring person at the same time. I’ve strived to emulate that same strength of character.
Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about myself while getting my hands dirty, too. As my dad has always said, “Shit washes off”, so I dig into a job, getting filthy in the process, waiting till it’s finished before I clean up. Then I can sit back & enjoy the results of my labors.
Of course, there are some things that are sacrificed in the process.
My clothes, for example…
I have some that are permanently stained, torn & stretched, frayed & ruined beyond redemption due to wearing them while doing this type of work.
Although skin replaces itself & heals, the scratches & calluses are there, temporarily, & the arthritis- well, that is there permanently, & vehemently objects, but I insist right back just as obstinately. And I win. For now, anyway.
I’ll pay for it later. I know.
But, the benefits I’ll reap from this are good enough for me.
I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that I took care of my mowing myself. I trimmed the bushes in the backyard. I raked & cleaned up the trash by the fence. I was the one who started cutting down the trees by the fence with the chainsaw. (got stopped by the rain – can’t use an electric chainsaw in the rain…Right?)
It’s enough for me to know that – I am the one who can do these things.
I – don’t need anyone to do these things for me.
I might want someone to share my life with…
But I don’t need them to breathe.
I am my own selfie.