Life circumstances forced me to see an orthopedic surgeon last week. Skimming over the boring details, he ultimately got to the “s” word: surgery. I knew it was coming, and yet I hoped for a different discussion. Bottom line: I’ll be spending the summer in a sling, unable to drive.
What? No wheels? But, but… How will I act on a whim and just take myself out for a hike? Run errands? Treat myself to lunch away from home?
And then the more mundane thoughts come—how will I blow dry and manage my hair or put on eyeliner? No impromptu photo shoots. And the list keeps growing the more I think about this.
Two very dear friends told me that they would help me out. And I know there are others I can call on, too. But the really tough part, beyond the physical limitations, is going to be asking for the help.
Me? Ask for help?! Miss Independence?
I think the Universe is presenting me with a much-needed set of lessons. I am going to have to ask for help, admit I’m vulnerable, and can’t do this on my own. Gulp…
Oh, and did I mention that my house goes on the market this week and I may have to move to temporary housing while my new house is being built?
As I gain more perspective on my upcoming change, I know that if a friend is struggling, I’d be right there offering my help. They know they can depend on me. Why not offer them the opportunity to let me depend on them, for a change?
And the lessons keep on coming.
Your Call to Action:
What would shift in your life if you asked for help? What scares you about asking for that help? What do you need to let go of, to be able to say, “Could you help me with this?”
Asking is the beginning of receiving.
Make sure you don’t go to the ocean with a teaspoon.
At least take a bucket so the kids won’t laugh at you.
~ John Rohn