So, I’m trying something that makes me uncomfortable. It grates on my professionally honed ego. In short, I’m asking for help.
Ahhhh! So horrible.
But, the grownup in me has realized that there are just some mountains I cannot climb alone. I’m seeking help in three categories. Two I’m willing to talk about right now, and the last I’ll reserve for a later date.
- Help with my business. I (reluctantly) applied to join a social enterprise accelerator here in Central Florida. After you’ve started a few businesses, you start to believe you know everything there is to know. Nothing could be further from that truth. I got word last week I was accepted into the program. The kickoff starts today. It’s going to be an adjustment, but I’m willing to walk into this with open eyes.
- Help with my big, bad self. I’ve been seeing a therapist for a few months now. It is also humbling to admit that I have not processed everything terrible and traumatic that happened to me… and that I need a lot of help doing that. The therapy has had a positive impact on my everyday living and has reoriented how I think about the future. Looking back on the past is still painful, and I know I have a long way to go to triumph over those lived experiences.
The net result of these actions is– rather than diminishing me, they’ve strengthened me. Asking for help is not a sign of vulnerability. It’s a sign of maturity resting on an undercurrent of confidence. I’m confident I will grow and evolve to become a better version of the person I am today.