I just dropped my husband off Thursday at Mt. Hood to hike the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) for 5-6 weeks. He’s heading north to the end at the Canadian border. He hiked the entire Appalachian Trail after college for 5 months, but that was 23 years ago. He’s doubled his age since then and has a little more wear and tear on his joints after decades of competitive running. I’m excited for his adventure… and mine too.
If you live with a roommate or significant other, it’s a little strange to have your residence to yourself for an extended period of time. I’m interested to see what it feels like to be on my own for this short stint since it’s been 10 years since I’ve done that. What’s the first thing I did? I cleaned the living be-Jesus out of the house. After a summer of company (which we thoroughly enjoyed), it was time.
And then the low-air tire light came on in my car. No problem. We’ve got an air compressor. I’ll just check the air in the tires, turn on the air compressor, and voila, fill those puppies up. Except… there was a big hole in the hose running from the compressor. So all the air was shooting out into the garage. Which is of course exactly where I needed it. No biggie. I found some tape and decided to patch it. Great idea with horrible results. The air leaked out anyway.
Still no worries. I found another hose I could use so I removed the old one and attempted to put the new one on.
For 10 minutes.
It’s not rocket science people, you just push it on. Except, it wouldn’t GO ON.
That’s when it hit me. I’m going to have to ask for help. Oh my! For this pretty reliant, independent woman (who has backpacked solo BTW), to not be able to do such a simple task like putting air in her car tires is ridiculous. Seriously??
This is when I got another hit. I said to myself, “Susan, so you can’t get the hose to connect. Your neighbor Joe across the street is incredibly handy and can help you in a heartbeat. You’ve just got to ask.” So I strolled on over to Joe’s house and asked for help. He showed me how to put the hose on, I put air in the tires, and just like that, done.
It was nothing but a story in my head about why I was incompetent because I couldn’t change the hose on a compressor to put air in my tires. How many times do we do that to ourselves? Feel dumb asking for help for something we think is simple that we end up not being able to do on our own?
I keep learning this lesson time and again. Asking for help is not a failure. We are not islands unto ourselves. Others enjoy helping us as much as we enjoy helping others.
This is when I relaxed. So what? I couldn’t get the hose on. My husband wasn’t here to ask. I found someone else. No need for a story.
If you want to follow the path of least resistance, ask for help. So many things become easier that way.
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