the power of pride…

I now have safety grab bars all over my home.  It’s only taken me 19.5 years with MS in my body and more falls than I care to count to admit I need them.

And ya know what?  The bars rock.  I’m already using them liked they’ve been here all along.  I’ve even already averted a couple of falls because of them.

So why did I wait so long?

Pride mostly.  I think I was afraid that having them would mean that my body really DOES have MS in it.  And maybe I was afraid that visitors to my home would notice them and feel sorry for me.

Sometimes I just crack myself up.

Am I alone here?

How has pride kept you from doing something to help yourself?

8 thoughts on “the power of pride…

  1. Love the dog pic, Lisa. And I love your sense of humour, honesty and strength. You are a girl power inspiration!

    Hugs,
    Gillian

  2. My pride often gets the best of me; particularly during this doc degree pursuit, when out of necessity, I had to rely on and ask others for help.

    I have been an independent personal all my life and having to ask for and take assistance was very hard.

    Interesting turn of events though….. once I was able to rely and ask others for help, the more independent I could be since I didn’t have to worry about everything all the time.

    And Lisa-I’m glad you are taking care of yourself by making your well being a priority for yourself! 🙂

  3. Gillian, i loved the dog pic, too! reminded me of ME :). deep and humble bows of THANKS.

    Judi, can only imagine the adventure of doctordom. blessings and cheers on you. SO ‘preciate the gladness 😉

  4. Yes, indeed. But I won’t admit it. Too prideful.

    I am happy and sad about your grab bars…OH this whole MS thing makes me so tired…

    XO

  5. too much pride? moi?? yes. many times over, yes, but I am PROUD to say that from time to time I let go and ask for assistance, help even. My mom’s pig-headedness and desire to remain “independent” cost her life so I have truly learned to let go and not allow my desire for total independence to cost others so much if they have to fix everything I break. I love the way you don’t give in til the right time, and then do it.

  6. Not this has anything to do with pride, but Lisa, I want to thank you for introducing me to Christine Kane’s blog. I listened to her Up Level Your Life conference call last night.

    It made sense, and is really what I have known for a long time, but it was put in a new perspective. Since I don’t believe in coincidence, it was that much more wonderful. I am at a new point in my life and am expanding…. I just don’t know it what direction.

    But now that summer is here, the Trinity and I can see out on my front porch and group regularly. I will have the quiet time to listen to what the Trinity has to say!

    And so, I guess this does relate to pride….. I have been too proud to take the quiet time to listen to my guides. It’s time to put my pride aside and make the time for the really important stuff!!!!

  7. Oh, Lisa. I am finally beginning to realize that the effects of reheumatoid arthritis are not invisible to others. I like it better when I think no one can tell there’s “something wrong”. And PLEASE don’t anyone feel sorry for me or tell me they admire me. Sigh. On a good day I can be grateful and amazed that my body can still do most of what I want it to do. But I’d still rather not talk about it.
    Good for you for taking care of yourself. (If you got hurt in a fall, you’d HAVE TO have help!)

  8. You know I wonder if we could all substitute a word for “bars”? For me it would be people -or friends. Don’t get me wrong, I like people-love them in fact. It’s just hard for me to accept or embrace the fact that I need them…

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