Asking for help
Knowing what to do when you don't know what to do...
I was raised as a very independent female, actually I'm pretty convinced my Dad had originally wanted a boy and then out popped me and so consequently, even in a 1970's household, I was raised to believe that whatever I wanted to do, I could. This was indeed one of the greatest gifts that my father could ever have given to me but there was a part of this upbringing that I didn't quite grasp for a number of years and that is...it's actually a good thing to ask for help. I always assumed that asking for help was a sign of weakness, an admittance that I didn't know everything and hence I was less than. Nothing could be further from the truth and so when I decided to build my own ethical fashion business I knew that I wanted to have a team. A group of people who knew things that I didn't, were better at doing things that I couldn't do and that all voices would hold equal weight.
Asking for help is so utterly empowering. Often not asking results in staying safe, staying small and not taking that leap that was always possible if only the right people were standing by.
Who's been there on your journey of growth? Who are you most grateful for?