[Note To Self]

I want to talk about communication.

Yes, I’ve got jokes…

But really, I do want to talk about communication.  After many, many conversations last week, I realized that I’m not communicating very well.  How, you ask, is that possible?  You JUST SAID “many, many” conversations!

Last week, I wasn’t very good at the “asking for help” concept.  It should be easy, right?  I’m surrounded by helpful, knowledgeable people (That’s the shoutout to my instructors and classmates…), I shouldn’t be so quiet!!  But what if I told you… I think too damn much?  Hmmm?

I’d worked a project backwards, mostly because it made sense when I broke it down into more palatable pieces.  When I got to the first few questions, I drew a blank.  I take detailed notes, something has to be in there, right?  Well, the answer was in there and in my head, but I got in my own way.  I needed a fresh set of eyes because I was reading a foreign language at that point (But not Japanese, because I can read SOME Japanese…).

Anyway, I waited way too long to go find expert help and by the time I got around to asking, I was SO DAMN FRUSTRATED, I could barely articulate what I wanted to say.  What came out of my mouth was, “I’m so frustrated, I’m ready to cry.”  Honestly, the crying wouldn’t have been so bad.  My point is, it really didn’t have to get to that point.

I had waited until 20th inkling that something was amiss before asking for help.  Why?  I was tired, I had internalized things too much, and a myriad of other reasons.  Long story short, I did get help, but I didn’t have to get so frustrated.  I could have asked for help at like, the 5th inkling, then I wouldn’t have thought about crying.  It seems too simple, right?

If it were that simple… then I wouldn’t be talking about it here.