I used to be fiercely independent, and not in a good way. Like, delusionally so. I just figured I could do everything myself and that my way of doing things, even if that "way" had no basis in experience or knowledge, was probably the right way. Over the course of the last few years, however, I learned that there are, in fact, people out there. People with information! Information that might actually make your life easier. It's mind blowing, really.
Never in my life have I embraced the existence of all these people more than I am right now. I'm actively seeking help--from NJU's grants liaison, from my program officer, from one of NJU's HR reps--and accepting help when people make themselves available to me, which thank Jeebus they are. Does it fill my days with meetings, phone calls, and endless email strings? Yes. Does it mean I don't begin working on my grant until 5 pm every day? Yes.
But very slowly, I can feel my toes starting to sink in and grab the soil, here. I am no longer incredulous that I might one day arrive at work and find a lab, with people and equipment in it, and real science being done. That day is still a ways off, but my first major equipment purchase has arrived, and I am in fact interviewing candidates for a lab tech tomorrow! After all, somebody's got to [help me] put the new equipment together.