It's a funny thing about asking for help. First, you've got to admit to yourself you might need it.  Then you've got to admit it to someone else. That's a risky business. You've got to expose yourself and risk that people might laugh at you, or worse yet, disrespect you. As I've gotten older, the fear of looking foolish -- the horror that someone might find out that I don't know what I'm doing -- has finally receded somewhat. I'm no longer as plagued by the Imposter … [Read more...]