The other week I had one of those weeks where if it was going to go wrong, it went wrong. I couldn’t wait for the week to be over, and said so today during a phone conversation with one of my best friends.
“Why didn’t you call me?” she asked. She lives a long way away so wouldn’t have been able to offer much in the way of practical help, but as she pointed out, I could have talked to her and that might have made me feel better. “It might have helped you regain some perspective and seen that it wasn’t such a bad week after all,” she said, and she’s absolutely right. There were many reasons why I didn’t phone her that week, but I think the biggest one was that I thought I had to sort things out on my own.
Our conversation made me realise that I’m not always very good at asking for help when things are going wrong. I feel that I should be capable and in control and able to fix the problem for myself - but sometimes this just isn’t possible.