Excerpt from Just Breathe
Asking for Help (page 125)
The month after my divorce, I moved from New Hampshire to England with my not-quite-three-year-old daughter. Stressful doesn’t really begin to describe the experience.
I reluctantly realized I couldn’t do everything by myself. Initially, I self-consciously accepted the assistance that was offered. But then, on occasion, I bravely asked for the help I needed.
And I learned it didn’t make me less of a mom or a lessor leader. Accepting and asking for help just made me a more humble, humane human.
Inhale help, exhale pride.
Inhale humility, exhale pretense.
Inhale humanity, exhale ego.