Some people struggle to ask for help and I can definitely relate! The fear of burdening or bothering someone can really take over at times. But more than anything, it’s the waiting for help that I seem to have an issue with.
There has been a point in almost every project where I’ve found myself in a pickle because I didn’t want to wait for help. I live in an area of Nashville where a large number of my friends live within minutes from me. I have a plethora of people that I could reach out to… but I don’t!
Yes, it’s partially because I don’t want to bother them. But more than anything, I don’t want to wait! Not even the 10 minutes it would take for them to get to me! Honestly? Even the time it would take for me to stop what I’m doing and pick up the phone feels like too much when I’m deep in a project. When I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll, people!
Just this weekend, I was building the bed that will go in my guest room. I needed to flip the bed from being right-side-up on my garage floor to being up-side-down. Only one piece was actually screwed in connecting the head and the foot of the bed frame… it was not a smart move to try and lift this huge half built, poorly supported frame all by myself. I knew this… and yet I did it anyways.
And guess what happened…
The little support piece wasn’t supportive enough for the weight of the frame (duh). I felt it wabble. I screamed. I over-corrected. And, you guessed it, the puny little support piece splintered right off the foot of the bed – screws and all. Fortunately, this major splintering action happened on a part of the frame that will be covered by the mattress. And fortunately, I was able to salvage the bed frame. But all of this would have been avoided if I had just picked up the phone and asked a pal to come lend me a hand!
And the real forehead smacker of it: The great splintering of 2021 did not stop me from marching right on anyways. I just toenailed some more screws in there and kept on goin’. I realize that unless I go ahead and learn this lesson now, I will someday have to learn it the hard way – you know with like, real consequences and all. But here I am, lesson not learned. I guess you could say this is my Achilles heel. Or maybe I need a meeting – “Hi. I’m Lacy, and I’m a… stubborn mule?” or maybe “chronic Super Woman complex” is more accurate. I could chalk it up to my personality but ether way, this will likely bight me in the ass.
Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right?