Day One Hundred and Fifty Seven: Dependable

I am dependable.

Almost too dependable.

Here’s why: Every time an employee can’t work, every time a cake needs to be done, every time something goes wrong, goes missing, doesn’t look right, who ya’ gonna call? Kachi.

Sometimes I worry that being super dependable means that people like my owners and sometimes my parents and sometimes my friends (you know who you are) will take advantage of me. They know that I’m smart, creative, good at working in a time crunch and that I hate failure. I’m a little like that kid in high school that got stuck with all the work on group projects. Who am I kidding, I was that kid in high school.

But on the other hand, I like being dependable. Everyone needs someone that they can really, truly depend on when the mallet hits the nail. Some days it feels like everyone depends on me, but then I remember how many people I depend on. How often I trust strangers to watch my dog, or my family to look after him when I’m busy. Or when I need to leave the shop in the hands of a new employee. Or trusting my boyfriend to do the laundry, to take care of me and to remind me to take my medicine (Thanks Taylor.)

It seems like a lot of hassle in the moment, but being dependable is an admirable trait. It means that when something goes wrong or when something needs to go right, people look to you. It can be really nice; it can be really hard. It’s a lot of work, but honestly I love it.

Challenge to my Readers:

Whether you are dependable or you depend on someone, celebrate that fact. There is no weakness in asking for help, but there is great strength in giving help to others. Admit that it’s okay to depend on someone; be okay with letting yourself and others down. It’s going to happen at some point, let go and accept it.