This morning I walked out to my car to go to work and found myself staring at a flat. Bah. I immediately called my dad and he kindly pointed out that my owner’s manual should have instructions on how to take care of such a situation… which was really not what I wanted to hear. I’m ashamed to admit that I literally sat there for five minutes asking myself if it was really necessary for me to even go to work before finally acknowledging just how ridiculous I sounded. It’s not that I didn’t want to change it, nor was it an issue of not wanting to learn how to do it (it’s been on my “to do” list since learning how to drive); instead, I found myself balking at the idea of potentially mangling my car due to my ignorance of most things vehicular and in the process making an ass of myself in front of my none-too-helpful neighbors. (Why do I care? I don’t even know them.)
I studied my owner’s manual carefully — the steps were so straight-forward — then went back to the car and was all business, dress pants be damned. Fifteen minutes later I had my dinky spare firmly attached to the car and was none the worse for wear, although my manicure was ruined. But what a high! I don’t want to immediately run to someone else to handle my Monday-morning glitches; I am not anti-help at all, but I am very much pro-self-reliance. I confess that it would have been nice to have had someone who would offer to handle the matter because they care for me so, but nothing was sweeter than the satisfaction I felt at being able to successfully handle it on my own.
Things I am grateful for: owner’s manuals, toolkits/jacks that come with the car, and my ability to follow written directions.
Oh, and Daniele posted my happy list!
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