A couple weeks ago, I flicked on the bathroom light switch where a warm glow of spilled over into my foyer. That is when the crack in my ceiling caught my eye.
My eyes bugged out in horror with the perfectly hair-lined crack that began on one side of the wall and then veered sharply to one side and seemed to be continuing in a straight path almost to the opposite end of the wall. I thought: “Well, this is it. The ceiling is going to come crashing down on me.”
These past few months, it has been one household issue after another. It had been one issue after another. It was never easy. It always felt like a fight. It felt like everything was falling apart. It felt like everyone was falling apart or at their seams ready to rip into shreds; Me at the top of the list. I tried to keep one of my good friend’s words of wisdom in the back of my mind: “Just be thankful that it is things that are falling apart, and not people. Things can be replaced. People cannot.” It had been a year thus far of tremendous losses and issues, and I was about to lose it with this latest one. Something different was switched on in me with this crack in the ceiling. In the past, I had panicked and cried. Now, the switch was flick on to this: I was annoyed, I was fed up, and, I was downright pissed off.
Sometimes, I think to myself that it would be just so much damn easier if I had a boyfriend, significant other, husband, or just someone/anyone living with me so we could go through it together, or, better yet, that person could be the handy person of all time to fix things for me rather than me having to figure this out all on my own of finding someone reliable and affordable to fix this stuff. However, I have come to realize that people can’t drop everything to come to your rescue because they may need some rescuing themselves. Everyone is dealing with their own stuff and probably need some saving and sanity as well. In the end, we all have our own plates of problems and have to handle them on our own. For the first time I saw that crack in the ceiling and stared at it with conviction that it was growing bigger until the ceiling caved in on me, I sat for a silent moment to really think about what I was going to do to fix this problem—and, to fix a problem, you have to know what exactly the problem or root of the problem is.
First I messaged friends and then friends of friends. One did not want to get involved. The other could not get involved. Another did not have the time. Finally, I turned to strangers to make recommendations on someone to take a look at this crack in the ceiling. One by one, the recommendations came flooding in. Too many options. Too much confusion. I bit the bullet and just went with the first recommendation. That’s how I met Michael.