Page 23 of His Curvy Distraction

She snickered. “See my resolution.”

I snorted. “Touché.”

“What about you? What’s one you want to keep?”

“I want to keep all of them.”

Daisy shook her head. “No, you don’t. We both know that. We make those resolutions based on things we think we’re supposed to want, not on what we actually want.”

“I want to get better at talking to people.”

“Maybe that should be your resolution.”

“Getting better at talking to people isn’t a resolution.”

“You’re right. It’s a goal. So what should your resolution be? Talking to a stranger once a week? An adult stranger?”

I scowled at her, hating that she read my mind as quickly as I had the thought.

Daisy laughed. “You’re so predictable.”

“Yeah, yeah. Yours is easier.”

“Says you. How many times have you asked for help recently?”

I wrinkled my nose and knew she was right. I wasn’t good at it either. “This is why we don’t stick to our resolutions.”

Daisy laughed and leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder. “True, but it’s also why we’re in the same place year after year without changing things. I know you want more out of life.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. “Yeah.”

The whispered word was enough for Daisy. She didn’t push, and she didn’t have to. She made her point, for both of us.

We finished the movie and dragged ourselves to our rooms. I listened to her get ready for bed in her room and wondered what the next year would bring for both of us.

Everything with the campground was still up in the air until the weather improved and we could start working out there. I was determined to do whatever it took to have it ready for the summer, but unless I could make some progress on cleaning it up, it wouldn’t happen in time for this summer.

Summer camp registration officially opened March first.

Dammit. I was starting to see why Omar wanted to meet in two weeks. He knew what I just realized. I needed to get things done. Fast.

Could I do it if I took Daisy’s advice and talked to strangers? If I put myself out there? Or would I just make it worse because people didn’t like me?

I didn’t have Daisy’s infectious nature or Amelia’s commanding presence. I was a wallflower, happy to be out of the spotlight and willing to let others lead.

But this camp was my baby. It was my dream. And no one else was going to make my dreams happen. If I wanted it, I had no choice but to go for it.

Which meant pushing my comfort zone, and yeah, asking for help from adult strangers.

God help me.

The next week was gone in an instant, and the calendar flipped to the new year. Daisy returned from her visit with her family refreshed and happy and ready to tackle the new year with her resolution to ask for help already started.

“My dad packed the car for me, and my mom sent me back with food so I didn’t have to worry about stopping for more than gas. My nieces and nephews were happy to play with the toys I brought them and gave me very honest opinions about what they liked about them.” Daisy was proud of her accomplishments.

And they were accomplishments. Asking for help from family seemed easy to me, but Daisy never felt like she could. Her family was amazing, but they were all like her and did everything themselves, so asking others was a challenge from birth. Nature and nurture were ganging up on Daisy and telling her to do it all herself.

And she was bucking both to make herself better.

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