Once upon a time, I had the patience to read Emerson, lots of him, or at least he was among those thinkers whose thoughts I thought important, so I read them, and one of the pieces that confirmed my thinking was the one called Self Reliance.
I’ve always kind of been that way.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no fool. If there’s a big job to be done and someone wants to help, far out, please, help. But for whatever reason the life that I’ve led for these fifty something years close to sixty, has been one in which more often than not, yes, more often than not, I’ve found it necessary to be self reliant.
I’m good at it.
Not only that, for whatever reason in this life I’ve led, I’ve enjoyed helping others, too. No, I’ve never been anyone’s Mama, not going to be, I bore no children, adopted none, and surely not Mama to a grown up, nope, not more often than now and then, even grown ups need a Mama or Papa sometimes, but not for life, no, and not a grown up grown up so bent as to require constant care.
And that, sad but true, is part of Self Reliance that rather appealed to me. Personal responsibility seemed lacking all around me at the time, whenever it was, probably the seventies or eighties or some such.
No, perhaps it was the nineties, yes, I think that was the era.
Coming into the workplace after a full day at school to find the day shift workers sitting around gabbing, enjoying the rich social life they enjoyed all day, while piles of work sat undone, waiting for me to come do it.
Showing up at school the next day with my schoolwork all done, my academic cohort whining about how hard it all was, again, just interfering with their social lives, those social lives they were able to build there at the school while I was off at work, earning the money to pay the tuition to get the degree.
A blessing and a curse.
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