...independence

Somedays I wake up and think I'm fairly accomplished and relatively independent (or is it relatively accomplished and fairly independent?). After all, I have a great family, good decent fulfilling job that pays, I've run a 1/2 marathon, do Bikram, traveled alone, can drive myself to any destination within 200 miles, I blog, own an enviable collection of handbags and Eiffel Tower replicas, yada yada...

Then I see these pics on FB of my dance troupe buddy Libay, now a working single mom who weighs 90 pounds soaking wet, installing hardwood, mostly by herself in her condo. Using her own tools. Not a man in sight.

I am not worthy.