Have you ever noticed how spot-on the music of your youth was? I’ve started to really appreciate the Beatles (hey ! I never said I was a fast learner). “Help!” & “With A Little Help From My Friends” have been running through my head a lot recently and “When I’m 64” has become a REALLY important question now that I’m in my 60th year. Danita & I are in the last stages of packing up the house we were living in – settlement is due in a couple of days. As you know, if you’ve ever had to move, this is a stressful and trying experience. But, between us, and with a lot of emotional support and encouragement from friends and associates, we’ve survived the process. Not only that but our relationship has become a lot stronger as a result of some “frank & open” discussions together with a lot of caring & sharing. A recent discussion on the Flying Solo website raised the question of how difficult being able to accept help can be. The general consensus from the contributors was most people are very good at offering help to others but find it difficult to accept help and even more so to ask for it. Here’s a new take on this idea (well it’s a new thought for me anyway). By not asking for help or not accepting it when offered you’re being quite selfish. There are many people out there who’d love to see you succeed and want to be part of your success. You know how good it feels when you make a difference to someone else’s life. By not asking for (or accepting) help from others you’re preventing them from having that wonderful experience. So if you find yourself insisting “I can do it myself” why are you stopping your friends and associates from having the same feeling that you enjoy so much? Anyway, being an urban nomad is challenging. I’m finding the uncertainty of not knowing where we’re going to be living in a couple of weeks very challenging. Danita has been fantastic. Fortunately, we do manage to alternate our down times and so together we’re keeping it together and moving forward.