It’s hard to accept help when you’re too competitive, proud, concerned, or insecure to take it. My husband and I have this little arrangement. He does the dishes on Monday and Tuesday nights, and I do them on Wednesday and
My blog post for today got derailed. I had this inspiring little essay on how our dreams require hard work, but instead I’ve been pondering a recurring question. You’re going to think this is crazy, but maybe I’m not alone.