Life & Lemons
I tend not to complain much. I know my life is good. I have a loving family, good health, and plenty of happiness. Things are pretty damn good.
It’s probably something to do with my nature / nurture combo, but one thing I tend to have a hard time with is asking for help. This trait especially rears its ugly head in a professional scenario.
There was an impromptu but serious gathering today, involving and about me. I tend to freak out at these sorts of things. I really fucking freak out when it’s at work. I took the dog to pee, counted to ten, and said to myself “it can only hurt as much as you let it.”
I want to remember today. It is the first time in recent memory that I observed genuine kindness, compassion, and caring from a group of concerned colleagues. I kinda broke down a little bit, and all of the things I’ve been keeping to myself for the last nine months came pouring out at once.
I do intend to work on being more conscious of myself and my tendency to hole up and go it alone when the going gets tough. This demonstrated for me that people are capable of caring, there is good in the world, and we are the only ones who can help it to happen. Sometimes we need to lean on one another, and I’m relieved that I was able to do so today.
