It’s like a SuperHero utility belt…but for…y’know…the chaos of my reality.
I coined the term eons ago as a result of conceding that I do not ever ask for help. I ended up conceding, however, that I could, in theory, ask for “assistance.”
Anyhoooooooooooo….what I was trying to endeavour to do…was to feel comfy and able to ask people for “assistance” where required. My doing so would earn me theoretical badges on my “Assist-A-Sash”…much like my son earned in Cubs or like my daughter is earning in Brownies.
To date, I have six badges.
It’s a start. 😉
Are you comfortable asking for help? Does it make a difference if you were to call it something else?
I’m totally fan-girl for “Delegation”…just sayin’. Conforms to my lunatic-level need for control. It allows me the opportunity to “choose” to let someone assist me on some level.
Do I like it?
Nope. The anxiety that accompanies the ability to let something go in order to get things done/accomplished is riDONKulous.
However, I can concede that I am not augmenting my health nor my stress (which, in turn, releases dastardly chemicals in my already over-processed body) by maintaining a to-do list longer than War and Peace.
I will also concede that there are times (many, in fact) that I phrase a statement of need in such a way that I am actually affording someone the opportunity to offer.
Easy way out?
You fandamndangled betcha!!
I just released myself from the throes of the all-encompassing “guilt” that accompanies my anxiety whenever I require the assistance of others out of their own busy lives.
I find that if I practice with smaller requests, with the people closest to me, that it greatly augments my ability to do so when I seriously need some frackin’ help.
Because let’s face it…what if I had just chugged my mocha-valium-latte and the world suddenly needed my help?
Delegation of awesomeness, of course.