I hate asking for help.
I just perused my calendar for the next few months and noticed a conflict. I am scheduled to perform church responsibilities the same weekend I am supposed to be celebrating my father’s 75th birthday. How did I first now notice this oversight. Suddenly, my heart begins to race. My palms begin to moisten. I have to ask for help.
These are all thoughts, or fears, rather, that spin in my heart and mind as I now have to face this dreaded task of asking for help.
All I really have to do is ask someone to switch weekends with me! That shouldn’t be too hard, but it is.
I HATE asking for help.