They say that admitting you need help is the toughest part of the road to recovery.
For me, admitting that I might have to reach a point in the road where . . . I might need to admit that . . . I might need help was the toughest part of the road to happiness.
And, boy, did I need help.
The Problem
I have labored for the last few years under the delusion that I can pull together a room in a way that will come off amazingly well, by myself, without intervention.
And, so far, I have been wrong . . . really wrong.
I have a bunch of, what I would call, “great ideas,” but they never seem to come together in a way that I can be proud of.
As a result, our house has never quite become a home because, I, Deb Braidic could never pull it together, and . . . I could never ask for help.
I just needed "a little' help
And, you know what? I finally asked for help this week.
I invited a decorator friend over to take a look at my place and, within a few minutes and, I might add, with a few low-priced items (typically my domain), she transformed a major portion of my home into something that looks truly amazing – something I was never able to pull off by myself.
While I was hanging out waiting for a brilliant stroke of genius to strike me, it turns out that all I needed to do was invite this genius, Robin Moore-DeCapua, over to the house to take a look around and allow her to take over.
I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you but I promise that, in the next few weeks, I will add some before and after pictures to help you see that, asking for help may just be the most amazing thing you can do for yourself, or at least for your home.
So, I’ve done it . . . I’ve asked for help.
And now, I have someone helping and the results are amazing.
How About You?
What have you secretly needed help with but were too afraid to ask? What would it take for you to ask for help, maybe just a little bit of help?
Photo Credit: D3 San Francisco
