Yesterday, I broke my leg.
Freak accident. Tripped, turned the wrong way, fell and broke Mr. Fibula.
I’ve received lots of emails and Facebook wall posts from friends and family offering well-wishes, offers of help, and prayers. Typical responses one would expect to receive in situations like this and I appreciate each and every one of them.
But I also received some advice that I didn’t expect and I received it from virtually everyone who’s contacted me.
“Maybe this will force you to slow down a bit and rest.”
“Don’t be afraid to ask for help.”
“Take this down time and use it for reflection and get lost in your writing again.”
“Don’t be shy about asking for anything.”
“Hey, now you’ll HAVE to rest!”
These responses came from at least a dozen people and most of them don’t know each other. But apparently they know me.
They know me better than I know myself.
This advice is a little tough to hear and I have to ask myself a couple of questions:
- Do I really have a problem with asking for help?
- Am I really just living for the “have to’s” and the to-do list that I don’t stop to refill the tank?