Recently a friend of mine took a step.

A big step.

A big, bold, brave step.

She asked for help.

My friend had a personal challenge she was struggling with and asked a small group of us to support her as she started down this new path.

Of course we agreed.

She was relieved, this friend of mine. She thanked us and apologized for any burden she might be laying on us.

It was not a burden, this thing she was asking, this step she was taking. It did not weigh heavy on us. It was liberating and exciting and freeing.

Before the conversation was over and well into the next few days, we were tripping over ourselves and each other with things WE needed help with, goals WE were trying to achieve. Volunteering perceived shortcomings, offering a glimpse behind the curtain to where our doubt and messy imperfections live.

It was a relief to share these secrets, these things we assumed everyone else had under control. It was an exhale as we were met with choruses of “Me too” and learned we were not alone. It felt hopeful and light to surrender this information, to realize we were still accepted and in fact were supported and celebrated for our openness and honesty.

I have a friend.

A brave friend.

A brave friend who took a step and inspired others to do the same.