“If I can do it on my own, then why can’t you?” My Stepmom asked me while holding the shiny and beaming canister with the nozzle that was meant for caulking.
It appeared as a question. But, it was really a statement. No, it was more than that. It was a challenge. And, if there is anything that I love more, it is a challenge that I could meet and succeed in.
From January 2019-July 2019 and especially the peak months between February to May, I felt ready to put my apartment up for sale and ditch it all together AND, even worst, return home to my safe haven and security of my parents’ and the place I grew up in. In those months, I had experienced three water incidents, electricity issues, jammed windows, peeling paint, screw pops, and fine-lined cracks in ceilings and even walls. In those months, I had come to depend on two people: a guy buddy of mine AND my long-time and faithful handy guy who came to my rescue more than once to more so calm me down along with reparations of what had broken. When I first turned to my guy friend for help to find the matching florescent light and install it for me, he said to me: “I will teach you how to do it, so you will know how to do it on your own.”
I quipped, “Well, why would I have you teach me when you can do it for me?”
He chuckled, but then said seriously, “It’s important to learn how to do it alone in case no one is around.”