A large car came towards me, as I was driving on a narrow road (one of those where it’s only possible for one car to pass at a time), so someone always have to pull over and let the other car through. I drive a small mommy-car, so I am used to pulling over every time 😊 Anyway today this large car actually pulled over, way before needed, so I could pass. At first I didn’t think much about it, other than it was a nice, friendly, helpful gesture. As I sat down in front of the computer, all I could write was HELP.
That’s a strange thing to call a blogpost isn’t it? And why? “Go for a walk. You will feel better. You need to get some more fresh air and exercise”, the voice said. “Seriously? Are you sure, this is your intuition talking? I mean it’s raining. Are you sure it’s not just your guilt talking, because you haven’t been exercising so much lately? Do you really want to go for a walk now?” Yes ego, we’re going out in the rain 😊.
As I walked in the rain, I couldn’t help wandering, why I struggled to follow the plan, I had made the other day. My plan was to contact 2-3 people and ask them, if I could write their story. I managed to contact one. Maybe telling their story and publish it on my blog, their website, anywhere could help me on my way to make a living out of writing? Or at least some kind of income, as it’s not good to go for too long without 😉 Perhaps if other people liked my way of telling stories, then maybe they would be interested of me telling theirs? It makes me smile of the possibilities of making storytelling my job. Wouldn’t that be great? So what do you do for a living? I tell stories 😊
I sat down. Closed my eyes. What do I need to do next? I need help to write this “Help” post, please. While out in the rain I got to thinking about Yesterday’s post on language and how my intuition wants to use multiple ways of communicating with me. I realised that, although I thought I had written all the different examples, I had missed one.
This morning I could hear my oldest daughter struggling with something. She was clearly annoyed about something, so I went to her room to see what was going on. She was trying to put a lid on something, but somehow she couldn’t get it on properly. She was obviously frustrated and upset about it. I sat down next to her. “Do you need some help with this? Sometimes things can get too difficult and you just need some help fixing things. Please just ask me for help next time, you don’t need to get so upset. I’m here to help you”.
Afterwards thinking about it, I realised that it was not just meant for my daughter- it was a message for myself too. So there you have it. I need help (and whilst thinking I don’t have a picture to go with it, I was told to just take a piece of paper and tell it as it is. Why does it have to be more difficult?). Lately I have received help in so many ways. I’m grateful and overwhelmed.
So here it goes: If you like what you read. If it somehow makes you reflect on things, move you, inspire you, make you smile, then please don’t hesitate to follow and share my blog. Maybe share on your Facebook profile.
Maybe do a reblog. Anything that comes to mind.
Help comes in many ways, shapes and sizes, but sometimes all you need is just to ask and you might just get surprised of the outcome.
5 thoughts on “HELP”
When I saw your HELP paper and you started talking about the car I thought you were going to say somebody in that car held up a sign asking for help like they were kidnapped…… hahahahaha I’m so glad I was wrong!
That sounds like a horrifying story – luckily it’s not that kind of story, I want to tell 😉
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I was thinking the exact same thing! Perhaps you should consider branching into the crime genre 😛
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Perhaps I should now 😉 I guess only time will tell what kinds of stories I’ll be telling.