Each little tweak, each warning sign, if ignored, can turn into a chronic pain. I don't have time for chronic pain. So I learn to pay attention sooner, fix the problems, and do the preventive maintenance. That way, I'll get to keep sailing this "old boat" until -- one inevitable day -- the wind dies.
I realize how often I've held onto pains that other people inflicted on me for days, weeks, even years. It was partly because I did not know any other way, and partly because I felt justified in my anger. But it was also because forgiveness does not always come as easily as it did in this one instance.
I don't like asking for help. Who does? It brings out all those uncomfortable feelings of vulnerability, loss of independence, of being a burden. It requires a level of honesty and trust I have not mastered before. Haven't yet, truth to be told. But I'm getting there, because pain makes sure I get to practice.