Today I had coffee with Polly Positive.
With the exception of my Bible Study, my friendships in Ohio are compartmentalized. I have about 3 friends that I meet up with for coffee or lunch. Polly and I discuss all manner of topics – families, politics, religion – nothing is taboo. We do not always see eye to eye but pretty close.
For Lent this year, her project was not to dump on her husband. Apparently, he gets the brunt of whatever is bothering her, usually related to her family. So, rather than be Negative Nellie, she morphed into Polly Positive. Her husband has noticed.
With one exception, I have never heard Polly say anything negative about anybody. So I was surprised when she started the conversation by saying that she was slightly irritated at her husband. I then confessed my Proud Mary moment, about which only my youngest sister MCV knows. (Frequently, I have a teeny tiny heart. I try to keep this to myself.)
Polly is good at listening and sorting things out.
But then she sort of rocked my world by providing me a different perspective on myself, a dose of truth serum. She said that I was – and here I don’t really remember how she phrased it – but I think the word was “contained” (ok, it might have been “controlled”. Whatever). That I don’t ask others for help when I am in dire straits.
That is not how I see myself AT ALL!
But just to be safe, I had to ask myself if perchance, there wasn’t the slightest bit of truth in Polly’s observation. Which, of course, there is. Let me say here that I was not at all offended. NOT AT ALL. REALLY.
This seeming ability to appear “contained”, I think, is a direct result of a) not wanting to burden others b) 17 years of living in countries where there is no 911 and sorting out emergencies myself c) chatting with God who gets the brunt of my cries for help d) having a helpful family (blessedly) who always volunteers and e) former expat communities who saw needs and just jumped in. MAINLY, I HAVE NOT HAD TO ASK FOR HELP. UNTIL RECENTLY.
Polly Positive was my Marian apparition for today. Don’t you think Mary would be a truth teller? Are you good at asking for and/or receiving help? Do a little bit of soul searching and get back to me so I am prepared to meet your future needs! Or not!
Finally, I have noticed that God also likes to get a jump on the next day’s blog post with the former day’s title. Talk about Our Lady of the Snows! Also, this is not going to be a Bag on the Expat Princess Forum, friends. Try and channel Polly Positive in your comments. She will be making an appearance tomorrow.
Featured above are Nittany Kitten’s actual photos from the church, stained glass windows from the hospital where I recently had tests (ne freakez pas), and some of my flower vases. I enjoy the commonality.
Herewith concludes Day 32.