16/08/2026
A few weeks ago my car broke down.
I needed to get to my beach yoga class (and it wasnāt the one I often cycle to).
So I did something that doesn't come particularly naturally to me.
I stuck out my thumb and asked a stranger for a lift. (And felt a little unsettled when he started rearranging the bootš«£ā¦).
Then, this week, cycling to another class, my saddle became loose and started trying to slide me off the seat. I just needed a spanner (like the one Iād left in the garage).
A workman happened to be nearby, so I asked if I could borrow his. He very kindly stepped in and fixed it for me.
Two small things.
But both made me think about how much we value independence.
We're encouraged to be capable. To manage. To cope. To sort things out ourselves.
I remember when the boys were in a double pushchair and I was struggling up steps to the library⦠someone offered help but I instinctively replied, āIām fine, thanksā⦠and then kicked myself as I kept struggling.
At least Iād shown I was capableā¦
And there is something wonderful about being capable.
But Iāve realised thereās another kind of strength in being willing to say:
I need some help.
Or just āyes please!ā
I wonder how often we make life harder than it needs to be because we're afraid to ask.
Afraid of being a burden.
Afraid of being refused.
Afraid that needing someone somehow makes us less capable.
And yet both times, something lovely happened.
Someone helped.
There was a tiny moment of connection between strangers.
Perhaps we don't always need to be more self-sufficient.
Perhaps sometimes we need to be a little more willing to receive.
I'm noticing that one at the moment. šæ