I wrote this weekend, but mostly about the weekend. About shopping with my Mom. Car troubles. Money things. Insurance things. And the feeling of being an “adult.” Not really things that belong up here.
But I also wrote a bit about Asking for Help. Earlier this month, I talked about asking for what you need/want/desire. And the vulnerability therein. Asking for help is different. The vulnerability isn’t just in admitting what it is that you want. Asking for help means admitting that you cannot do a thing yourself. It can open you up to derision, insults, or pity. That last may not seem bad, but no one really wants to be pitied.
However, it can also open you up to the love and caring of your friends and family. It can bring you opportunities you never would have had otherwise. You might get the chance to help someone else in return. It can also open you up to a new way, or a better way, of doing things. From asking for help, you might actually learn something new.
