The past few months, I've spent more and more time feeling like the duck - like I've been suddenly knocked on my ass by incomprehensible forces, and all I can do is blink up at my feet, thinking, "Well, now what?" And the thing about asking questions like "now what?" is that the universe, if it deigns to answer at all, is pretty much always going to come back with, "That's up to you."
And that's the hard part to accept. That nobody can have all the answers for me. That yes, someone else might help me get back on my feet when I fall, but nobody can stop me from falling again, and there's certainly no guarantee that anyone will be around to pick me up the next time. In which case lying on the ground with my tailfeathers in the air, hoping that somehow things will magically get better, just isn't going to do me much good.
None of which is to say, of course, that nobody should need help, or ask for help. Just that everything is going to go more smoothly if, when I *do* ask for help, I'm already doing everything I can to help myself as well. So I'm going to keep moving my feet, so I can hit the ground running.