Asking for help is my least favorite thing to do, and I suck at it. When the waves of inconvenience surge and overwhelm me, I can’t help but stand alone and look at my feet to steady myself.
One small tide, I let go. Wavelets from both sides, I take a deep breath and brace myself. When the surf keeps rolling without a break, though, I start to get frustrated by the incompetence of others. I remain silent because there is another thing I suck at. Confrontation.
I need to look up.