Maybe I’m not alone in this. Sometimes I choose to walk around a store for tens of minutes looking for something before I ask someone who would know exactly where it is right away. By a show of hands, who does this on a regular basis?
Sometimes I walk up and down the aisles of the library for a particular book instead of simply asking the librarian to find it for me.
Sometimes I let opportunities in general go by unpursued because I don’t want to inconvenience a person with my idea or question or pitch.
I am happy to say that, as I get older (by the way, getting older is a real thing) those “sometimes” are becoming less frequent. The words of my Grandma Yentsch still resonate in my head, “Don’t be bashful.” Granted, this was almost always the advice in regards to taking another helping of baked beans or enjoying a Werther’s Original (on a side note, Jessica bought one of those trendy “old man sweaters” at a thrift store recently, and- wouldn’t ya know it- she found a Werther’s Original Hard Candy in a pocket! It’s got to be the candy of choice for old people everywhere!) and had nothing to do with grabbing life by the horns and wrangling it into submission, but I think it applies across the board.
Jessica here…just to put in my 2 cents about the *trendy* statement. I do not accept my choice of sweater to be considered trendy. Thus….we’ll just say that it’s my need to be cozy style – because….Enneagram 4 here NEEDING to be unique!!! Now…back to Dave. 🙂
Where was I?
Oh yes, not being bashful!
This kidding season one of our goats had 3 kids, which is wonderful. The unwonderful thing is that her milk did not come in, and we were in a desperate pinch for needing to get and keep these kids fed. We tapped into our emergency stores of goat colostrum (that’s a normal thing to have, right?) but then needed to get some milk action going for them. Where could get get some high quality milk like now? Aha! Our Amish neighbors have a small dairy operation, and it’s organic to boot. Without fear of imposing and driven by a strong sense of urgency, I made the 10-second (literally) drive over, explained my situation, and simply asked if I could buy some milk.
And I could. The lead lady of the house, a wonderful woman name Suzie, said that it would be no problem, but that it would be kind of expensive since it was organic. How pricey was it? Three dollars- per GALLON. I just nodded my head in half agreement that I should be offended by the price, although in my head I was screaming “Are you kidding?!? Three dollars for a gallon of organic milk, EXPENSIVE!? Have you seen the prices of organic milk in the grocery store?!”
You never know what is on the other side of the door until you knock and open it. You never know what lies on the other side of a question until you ask it. You don’t know how the game ends until you play it… how long can I keep going here? You don’t know the moral of the story until you read it… You don’t know how it tastes until you try it… ok that’s enough.
The point is, there is no harm in asking. The worst that can happen is that someone says no.