So, today’s blog post may seem like it is coming out of left field, but just hear me out.
I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. I should probably let all of my readers know (Hi mom), that I am okay. I know it’s been, what…22 months since my last post…yikes.
Anyway, I’m fine and as you can imagine, a lot has happened. A lot. And I don’t really want to go into all the details, but I will tell you something I learned. You can’t fix everything. And to make a 22 month long story short, let me tell you about an experience I had.
A few weeks ago I was awoken…awaked…woken up….
Something loud woke me up a few weeks ago. I freaked! It sounded like a gun. No joke. I thought someone broke in and was shooting something or someone. Needless to say I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. But then I waited. I wanted to see if I heard anything else. After what seemed like hours (but I’m sure it was only a few minutes) of silence I decided to check it out. I know, I know…I’m that stupid girl in the movies who goes to investigate the mysterious sound and gets eaten by the monster.
Good news…it wasn’t a monster.
Bad news…I didn’t discover the source of the sound…right away at least. I searched every room in my house 3 times but couldn’t figure it out. I tried to get back to sleep buy my mind was racing with possibilities. After a sleepless night I got out of bed to get ready for work.
And that’s when I discovered the source of the sound. I got in my car and tried opening the garage. But it wouldn’t open. I thought the batteries in my car clicker were dead, so I got out and hit the button in the garage. No dice. I couldn’t figure it out at first, but after closer examination I saw that one of the springs on the garage was broken in two. It wasn’t a monster, it was the garage door!
Now, here’s the point of this seemingly pointless story. You see, I’m the type of person that really wants to be able to fix everything myself. But there is NO WAY I could even begin to know how to fix a huge spring like that. So, I had to google, “garage door repair st george, utah” and call a guy who CAN fix it. Oh, and by the way, I found a great guy to fix it. He was relatively inexpensive, very friendly, and did the job quickly! But I digress…. The point for me is that it’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to let someone else fix stuff for you. I hope you can see the metaphorical implications here, but this experience has really helped me. It has caused me to reach out for help in other areas of my life. Areas where, just like the garage door spring, there is NO WAY I could even begin to know how to fix it for myself.
So, there you go. I hope you’ve already learned this lesson, but if you haven’t, beware. You might get a loud, scary, rude awakening.