Missing Pieces

Ever get that feeling that the answer to your problems is right there, staring you in the face?

I've been talking to various friends about possible options, a few real ones, mostly theoretical.

I frustrate even myself at times. People keep offering to ask around to see if they know anyone who would be willing to offer a couch for someone who needs a place and a little bit of time to get on their feet. Yet I'm intensely uncomfortable with the idea of accepting help from anyone that I don't already know, a friend.

It feels like that is somehow self defeating. Course, much of what I do is exactly that.


Ugh.