Small Victories and Giant Fuck Ups
September 25th, 2006
This year I inherited a '98 Volvo from my parents. As well as completely changing the dynamics of my day to day life, it's something to take care of and maintain. It's almost like a pet or a child. Actually it's not at all like either of those examples. None the less, one of the headlights went out and I more or less panicked. My dad suggested to take it to any general car repair shop and they could replace it. Seemed easy enough, but I didn't follow through with it. I continued to put it off.
A week or so later, I drove past a car parts store. I had walked by it several times before, but this time it jumped out like a beacon of light. I opened my owner's manual, checked out the section on replacing bulbs and did it.
When I started the car and the previously busted light was on the level of pride I felt was excessive to say the least. It got me thinking about how good it feels to accomplish something in an area that you perceive yourself to have no skill in.
P.S. Always check to see how often your callbacks are made. Always.
A week or so later, I drove past a car parts store. I had walked by it several times before, but this time it jumped out like a beacon of light. I opened my owner's manual, checked out the section on replacing bulbs and did it.
When I started the car and the previously busted light was on the level of pride I felt was excessive to say the least. It got me thinking about how good it feels to accomplish something in an area that you perceive yourself to have no skill in.
P.S. Always check to see how often your callbacks are made. Always.