Coming to you live from the gym today. As I pedal to nowhere on this stationary bike, my life is anything but stuck. I’m going in so many directions, it’s like I’m looking through the lens of kaleidoscope.
But, I digress. The reason for this multitasked rambling is that In my adventures, I’ve discovered a rare species. Yes, you read that right. This species so inconspicuous that it literally snuck up and bite me on the ass. Finally, those three little words came wailing out of my mouth uncontrollably. “I need help!”
I’m a woman, a stepmom, a business owner, an activist for children, and just weeks away from becoming a wife. With so much daily practice of balancing the world on my shoulders, why should I need help? But as I have figured out over the past few ultra-intense months, even the strongest souls need a support system. I’m so used to being that support system,
that when I finally broke down, I reached out fearful of the worst and wound up surprised by the amount of people ready to help. Even in their own busy lives of scrambling to live as their own version of a superhero, they were ready and willing to help me.
So all that to say, think about what your need is. What could you do today to change your outlook and better yet, your reality? Open yourself up to love? Tell people who take advantage of you to fuck off? Ask for that raise? We’re always growing. Take a moment and ask yourself what’s in your gut waiting to roar out of your mouth?