Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

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Each day a new Beginning

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Pride, we are told, my children, “goeth before a fall” and oh, the pride was there, and so the fall was not far away.
—Wilhelmina Kemp Johnstone—
Requesting help. Admitting we are wrong. Owning our mistake in either a big or small matter. Asking for another chance or someone’s love. All very difficult to do, and yet necessary if we are to grow. The difficulty is our pride, the big ego. We think, “We need to always be right. If we’re wrong, then others may think less of us, look down on us, and question our worth.” Perfectionism versus worthlessness.
If we are not perfect (and of course we never are), then we must be worthless. In between these two points on the scale is “being human.” Our emotional growth, as women, is equal to how readily we accept our humanness, how able we are to be wrong. With humility comes a softness that smoothes our every experience, our every relationship. Pride makes us hard, keeps us hard, keeps others away, and sets us up for the fall.
I will let myself be human today. It will soften my vision of life.