I need some, but I don’t know how to ask for it. Actually, I don’t like asking for it. It’s bad really. I would rather lose my house, my job, my husband, maybe even my life, certainly a limb, than ask for help.

What’s the big deal? There are so many ways to ask for or request help. Where is the museum? Can you help me install this software? I need help. Help:-)

The thing that prevents me from uttering a phrase or request for help is my pride. So strong, so bold, so right, yet so alone. Not to mention stupid and dangerous. I don’t like admitting that I don’t know something or that I messed up. However, I observe from my end of the Universe that people who ask for help implicitly and explicitly are so much better off. They aren’t lazy or irresponsible as the tape in my mind keeps telling me. In fact, they are healthy, prosperous. well-adjusted human beings.

So I’m taking a leap today. I need help setting aside my pride. Can you help me?

Taking a page from Kammie of Passion Meets Purpose, I’m going to have some fun. Mix things up a bit.

I noticed today that I am serious creature of habit. And not in a good way. So I’m starting Fun Friday Adventures.

The deal here is to do something adventurous. Anything from something a bit out of your routine to something radically out of character. Order something different for lunch. Go see a band that’s out of your genre, or go see a band period. Take salsa classes. The only prerequisites are that you’re spontaneous and out of character.

You can leave a comment here about it. Or send me a link to your Fun Friday Adventure using the contact form and I’ll post it. Let’s have some fun.