Encouraged.

This week, I’ve gotten lucky.

I have been introduced to people that have truly given so much to me. And I didn’t even ask.

If you have followed me, or known me even for a minute, I don’t ask for help. I will silently go forth and push on, quite probably hurting deep on the inside. Regardless of facial expressions, or daily activities, somewhere in my crazified brain, things are running rampant.

I forget because I haven’t in the past asked for help, but it is okay, all right, good even, to work together, and ask for help. I offer, I work hard to help others, but sometimes I don’t take the time to check in with myself, and ask, am I ok?

This week, I started with a group of people. We shared a meal, and I met so many new faces, and got to know more about them and learn their stories. I was a encouraged, by their thoughts, and good tidings, and welcome arms as I entered a room full, not knowing full well what to expect. I was encouraged by invitations to seek out more, and even an email the next day letting me know it was good to meet me, and an offering of resource, guidance, help. It’s ok to take up on that offering. I will.

I was encouraged by a sit down meeting where I got to talk about something that is important to me. And I got to talk about dreams and goals and opportunities for myself. I was encouraged, because someone saw something in me that I haven’t even thought of for myself. Someone believed I could do more than I had aspired to. So I asked for help to guide me to those dreams, goals, aspirations.

And finally I was encouraged as I ran fully and entirely pain-free. Nothing hurt. And I pushed myself into that uncomfort zone of running and it felt joyous, spectacular and refreshing.

So here is to encouraging one another. And here is to asking for help. It’s ok to ask. It is commendable. No one should ever have to walk alone.