At times I wish that I hadn't told my friends and family that this was me writing this stuff. If no one knew who I was, I could write about things like finances and Christmas gifts. For example, I could report progress on the pair of socks that I was knitting for my little sister for Christmas (no, none of you are getting socks... at least, if you are I haven't planned it yet). Or I could just vent some of my frustrations and not worry about people getting offended or offering help.
But why do I hate to be helped? I usually need help, and always appreciate receiving help. I suppose it's because I tend toward perfectionism and I want to be able to do it all myself.
"[Lady Bostock] considered, possibly correctly, that there is nothing that brings the sunshine into grey lives like a sock or two." - P.G. Wodehouse
mitorocks at juno dot com
About Me
- Beth
- After graduating high school I lived in Japan for two years teaching Bible-based English lessons as a part of the AIM program. Trained as a pastry chef, after which I went to work as a dental assistant. My husband and I just celebrated our ninth anniversary and we have two beautiful daughters with whom I stay home.
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