“I’ll do it myself”, was the most commonly used phrase throughout my life. It became my trademark to the point where people assumed I was up for the task no matter the difficulty. When I turned 50 years old, I stretched out across the bed for a quick nap and woke up 3 hours later. This girl was tired.
October is my birthday month and I’ve been reviewing the decade between 50 and 60. One year, I asked my daughter for a cordless power drill as a gift, and she complied. I wanted to use it to drill the loose screws back into the slats of the fence and was so excited to use it! During my first attempt the high powered drill jumped off the screw head and gashed my finger of the hand holding the board.
That’s the day I started rethinking the whole, ‘do it myself’, and remembered the magic of, ‘there’s a guy for that’, instead of trying to be that guy.
I usually hire a guy to mow my lawn, but my last guy disappeared in March never to be seen again. For a minute, I looked at mowers online thinking, ‘I’ll do it myself’, but dismissed that idea knowing there had to be someone for the task, so I prayed and asked God to send the right person. A few days later I went outside to get the mail and laying in my mailbox was a postcard from a yard guy with a local phone number printed on it, so I called him.
He came out to look at my yard and my neighbors, because he would be mowing both. Within a few minutes, he smiled and said, “I’ll mow it for $15, every two weeks.” I shook his hand and said, “That’s a deal.” Like clockwork, every other week, Ben shows up to mow and if it’s raining he calls to reschedule.
There’s some kind of weird pride that comes alongside independence, but by asking others for assistance, it makes them feel useful in a way like no other. Today, there’s joy in the asking, but that right there has been a practice within itself. To stop doing everything myself, I had to actually let someone else.
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