You know what happens when you grow up never asking for help? You become an adult who thinks asking for help is a sign of weakness. I was that kid. I’d figure it out myself. I’d find a way. I’d spend time giving back to others so I could feel like my struggle didn’t matter as much. When you struggle? You dismiss it. It’s easier to ignore than to push through it. Whether you’re in fourth grade trying to figure out long division, or in your twenties on your first teaching job, or even older, struggle happens.
The easy road is comforting. Familiar. A blissful walk in the sun.
But the hard road? It’s dark, and scary, and you can’t even see what’s ahead. It’s so far outside your comfort zone. But it’s there, waiting for you to take it.
And so are the people who will join you on the journey. All around you. People who will listen. Help. Guide. Share. And even people who will remind you to refocus on the good. A good that is all around you. Even in the midst of struggle.
My journey isn’t over, but it almost feels like it has just begun. Because I finally have realized one important thing.
I’m surrounded by people who are filled with light. And on the days when I can’t see where I’m going, they are there.
