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Steve Florman's avatar

I hit the sentence about taking the Uber to the airport (45 minutes to an hour, depending on traffic, from my home) and it occurred to me that I had been thinking, over the last five or six years, now that we're 3-5 years from retirement, that we're finally prosperous enough that we don't NEED to ask friends, neighbors, or family for help of the "ride to the airport" sort. A sacrifice for them, without being a major one; maybe half a day. Oh, and then can you pick me up on Monday, etc.

What kind of weird dynamic have we built in the Land of the Free and the Self-Sufficient when we're *proud* of being able to do without our village?

I hadn't seen it in that light before, but you brought out in the open for me. Thanks.

I think. 😉

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I've had to lean into this more in the last year with two bigger life changes: becoming a cat parent and receiving treatment for my depression, which I'm unable to drive home from. I am the oldest daughter and feel extremely guilty about asking for help. It's something I'm slowly unpacking in therapy, and I'm realizing how nice it is to ask my coworker to check on my cat over the weekend or scoop me from treatment. I've been reminding myself how if the roles were reversed I would happily do this for friends if I'm available (and I've checked on a couple coworkers cats!). I try to be mindful of my asks though, so I plan on giving a friend who is watching my feline son for 5 days a gift card to a restaurant in her city that her and her boyfriend like a lot. Thank you for the positive reinforcement to keep asking for help.

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