As I am sitting here pondering a topic for this article, I am curious to discover that I have hit a bit of a lull in my residency. I don’t mean a lack of things to do or people to see, but rather a mental lull. I am far enough into my residency to have a handle on the L-Codes and the ICD-9s, breeze through paperwork, and know the answers to the basic questions that go with the day-to-day work of seeing patients. I am even getting to the point where, much to one mom’s amazement, I can successfully fit a cranial-remolding helmet to a screaming baby while maintaining relative calm and poise. Granted, I still call in my fellow practitioners when a complicated case walks in, but I no longer fret over this. Asking for and receiving help is the point of residency, and I’m far enough along to realize that even my experienced co-workers pick orthotic designs that make them purse their lips and cross their fingers before strolling into the patient room with a confident air.