I’m very skilled at doing a lot but not very skilled at asking for help.
Asking for help means that I’m weak and it’s an admission that I can’t do it alone. Asking for help means that I must be dependent and being dependent isn’t sexy. Asking for help means that somehow I have a lack that I must rely on others to fill.
But asking for help is not for weak, in fact, it is for the strong. None of us were made to live alone.
For me to live in a way that is fully me, with my rhythms of busy and quiet and high energy and low, I need others to help me. I’m just now figuring that out.
I can’t be me without other people helping me to be me. I can’t rest without other people helping me to rest. I can’t do any of it by myself.
I need my mother to take my six year old on a walk so I can sleep away an autumn cold. I need my husband to help my daughter with her homework. I need my friend to do the school-pickup once in awhile and I need my sister to whisk me away for night out from the kids sometimes for a glass of wine.
I need the help of others to rest and sometimes it is very, very hard to ask.
But when I do, I allow others to help in the building of me, in the shaping of me, and in the growing of me.
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