Uncle Jeff* is delivering a toilet safety rail to my house tomorrow.

Toilet.
Safety.
Rail.

It’s like a walker you flip around and put over the toilet to push yourself up when your legs aren’t working according to manufacturer specifications.

(Some of the reviews were like, “This is great to rest my arms on when I’m reading on the john!” Gross, Frank. Get up, go back to your recliner, and scroll Truth Social from there.)

In the two months since I scheduled my knee surgery, I’ve come around to asking in advance for some help I know I’ll need: cooking, cleaning, car rides, company. Friends have crawled out of the woodwork like so many benevolent termites.

But hands-on assistance in the ladies’ room? A bridge too far.

So begins the Rocky training montage of tricep chair dips, wall pushups, and tiny-weight kickbacks.

The only difference:

• Rocky punched meat in a freezer 🥩❄️
  
• I punched my credit card into Amazon to order a toilet safety rail 🪪🚽

Oh, I got a shower chair too.

There are about 937 things I’d rather spend $75 on than these supplies. (17 of them are probably in my Athleta cart right now.)

But I’m gonna need them while I’m trying to do life flamingo-style for six weeks 🦩

If you’re anything like me — type A? control freak? martyr? human porcupine? — admitting you can’t do it all on your own can be the. worst. feeling.

But you’ll also figure out eventually that not seeking out that help will end in tears.

So let’s talk about business.

I cannot do Paige Worthy LLC’s taxes. I can’t design my way out of a wet paper sack. I
should not be allowed to develop a website.

Hiring a CPA to do my taxes was a no-brainer. I do not need the government on me.

The other stuff was 😬😮‍💨 because I was getting by on thoughts, prayers, and a WordPress drag-and-drop builder.

And spending more hours than I could count on two hands doing something that would take a professional less than one.

Could I do #bathroomlife without a safety rail? Probably. But how long would it take me to get up off the ground once I resorted to an off-bowl-tuck-and-roll?

Magic 8 Ball says “Concentrate and ask again.”

How about you?

What would cause you tears (or, at the very least, heartburn) if you never brought yourself to ask for help?

Is it figuring out your brand voice? Is it writing your website? Finally creating that welcome sequence?

Maybe this summer is when you finally stash the Puffs and get some support.

Can I be your professional toilet safety rail?

My coaching and done-for-you books both reopen in early June.

All this talking about asking for help is making me itchy. Let’s talk about helping you.

lmk if you need my address for a Jeni’s shipment,
Paige

P.S. Another place I’ve asked for help? These emails. I decided a while ago that I wouldn’t run myself into the ground writing weekly emails and creating the iLLuSiOn of normalcy around here.

So I’m shaking things up with a little experiment — inviting some of the women I most admire to share their business secrets with you every week until I can hobble back to my desk.

More on that soon, but get excited to be wowed by some wisdom from my faves.

_{* Uncle Jeff is the secret name I gave Amazon in an attempt to bury my shame that I still support that douchelord. Secret’s out, I guess.}