Asking for help is hard for me, and maybe for you, too?  

But, ’tis the season, eh?


“I don’t let my age define me but the side-effects are getting harder to ignore.” – Unknown

Ignoring some problems was, alas, how I was raised. 

Also, I was not raised to be transparent, but to cover up, and just get on with life. 

“Kermit” was right: It ain’t easy being GREEN or Silver!

So, what can we do a little differently today so that we  can keep doing what we still can do?

Perhaps. . . 

  1. admitting our feelings of self-sufficiency, and  independence  could do with a reality check? 
  2. not putting off for tomorrow what I might have begun work on today. 

Procrastination is a five syllable word for sloth.

 It’s not easy taking my problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line. ~Ashleigh Brilliant, as quoted in The Reader’s Digest, 1989

Help That Worked

Here’s where I am grateful for others who were there to show me admitting a problem and accepting help is not weakness but wisdom.* 

Across the board I learned  that  being  powerless is not the same as being useless, even in the fractious times that are today. 

But in these uncertain times getting help to navigate the Golden Years is challenging. Unexpected injuries, illnesses, losses of a spouse, or of child, dementia, loneliness, diminishing capabilities and resources . . . can pack a wallop.

Deciding when to panic, or just ignore a problem is hard; exploring sources of potential help is not.  (AARP, for example has suggestions —  and many local departments of aging, and some social workers are good resources.) 

Being honest and asking — inviting others into our world — is scary. So is being a recipient rather than a giver.

Asking for help should come right after admitting I need help . . . but pride is a hard companion to ditch, even if it goes before a fall —literally and spiritually. 

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes. ~John Ruskin

Help That Always Works

Learning how to navigate old age —so I can remain a giver and not only a taker —means swallowing my pride that I am oh so independent. Face it: I never was!

The Lord has always been the one constant companion in all my “adventures.” (Isaiah 46:3-5)

Admitting and asking for help is a big and scary step. Accepting a new normal is hard; even if it is  just for today.


Getting old is a fascinating thing. The older you get, the older you want to get!  —Keith Richards (Yes, THE Keith Richards) 

It’s just that as we grow older, we may not get our own way in the new normal — when has life never had a learning curve?    Maybe that’s another topic for another post?

Help from Today’s Campsite:

Psalm — 131 

Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.

Let Israel hope in the Lord from henceforth and for ever. 

And Help from You

Would you, dear reader, be willing to share some of the navigation skills  or autumns-gardening tools that are helping you? 


Digging in the earth is such a simple way to feel grounded, said an anonymous gardener.

*Those “others” included some counselors, preachers, teachers  and 12-step recovery programs. 

 PS:  About God: An If-Then Proposition 

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