At the gym last week, when I heard the pop-pop-pop (think of the sound that a bendy-straw makes), I thought to myself, That can’t be good. How not-good wasn’t revealed to me until the next day when the orthopedic surgeon was “penciling me in for surgery” on Tuesday to unlock my knee, and repair a Bucket Handle meniscus tear. 

As TeamConfessioners know, going to the ER makes me cry. I used to think I was crying because I couldn’t hold in the emotion of life while simultaneously managing physical pain. But this time, I discovered that those tears were also welling up due to the vulnerability I hold deep within me. Friends, what was causing me to cry was having to ask for help.

I’ve gotten much better at hiring extra help—if someone is being compensated, I’m good. Even accepting help that’s been offered to me is becoming easier. But asking someone to stop what they’re doing to tend to my needs? Team, I burst like an overfilled water balloon.

It’s my understanding that life continues to provide me with the lessons I haven’t mastered. So here I am laid up with A.F.G.O. (Another Friggin’ Growth Opportunity.) But truth be told, I’m hopped up on pain medication right now so I don’t think I have much more to share on this topic. Here’s to asking for what I need over the next several weeks, and knowing that I’m worthy of the help I receive.