tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post6003348107467694309..comments2024-02-24T03:14:25.170-05:00Comments on A Half Baked Life: NaBloPoMo: Worry About Yourself, and Roasted Tomato Soup with FarroJustine Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190295175501659469noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-73560789443089409632013-06-11T12:25:22.552-04:002013-06-11T12:25:22.552-04:00Wow that video was hilarious! I am pretty sure she...Wow that video was hilarious! I am pretty sure she heard that phrase in the same context my kids hear it---when they are too concerned about what each other is doing (i.e. how much ice cream the other got, what color cup the other got, why his brother isn't eating HIS dinner when he is forced to eat it, etc...)<br />But your post, of course, got me to think about the two meanings. Either a rebuff of help offered or a directive to self-care. Like you, I find asking for help to be near impossible and even accepting it is difficult in the vulnerability it exposes. <br />I haven't gotten the chance to comment on each one, but I'm absolutely loving these recent thoughtful posts. anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18320182732889825712noreply@blogger.com