Why is it so hard for us to ask for help? And when we manage to ask, why do we feel guilty?
Recently one of our beloved sisters found her voice, found her feet, and found a sweet little space of her own with something she's always wanted: a kitchen where she would dance. Nobody could put her there until she was ready; but when that moment came, the Sisterhood sprung into action in a flurry of painting, cleaning, lending, and most of all, supporting. It was a beautiful thing. In the wee hours of Saturday morning we danced that kitchen for all its worth.
Because the truth is that girls actually do like to help. We like to feel needed in tough times, and we like to be part of a celebration in good times. We can't do it all ourselves, and when we have taken the time to create and nurture a group of friends, we don't have to.
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