Tomorrow, I need to go to our local, handy dandy home and garden center and purchase replacement parts for my toilet. No matter what I’ve tried, it won’t stop running. My son finally checked and told me that a part was worn out. Since he waited until the store is closed, tomorrow it is.
Will I try to replace it myself? Why not? Might as well. What could go wrong? Don’t answer that one.
I have been told I am too independent. As if that is a bad thing.What those telling me that do not understand is that I’ve had no choice. Four years ago, I was able to get help doing things that I am not so adapt at. Over the course of time, that help faded away.
It isn’t easy for me to ask. Most times, I feel as if I am imposing on others. Leaning too much on those with other responsibilities. So I really try not to ask unless I know that something is fully beyond my abilities. Besides the fact of how many times people have said they would help, but didn’t.
I should be able to do this. I should. All I have to do is head to the store and get the parts. There is a cut off valve right beside the toilet that will cut off the water. So I won’t have to stop water to the entire house. Cut the water off, drain the tank and swap out the parts. That sounds simple enough.
More simple than most other things in life. Still, I’ve managed to do a lot on my own. I reclaimed a large yard that had been badly neglected for years. I learned how to use my son’s chainsaw to cut wood. I helped my son haul the mess cleaned out of my storage building to the landfill. I manage to keep the roof of the house cleaned off. I worked in partnership with my son on removing the mess from this room and repairing the damage done by this room flooding. I’ve removed wall paper and painted this room, then painted my kitchen. I managed to get the leak under my kitchen sink stopped.
So I should be able to repair the toilet…right?
I can bring up and watch instructional videos. Just in case.
I can talk with someone at the handy dandy home and garden center, just in case.
I could wait on my son to get home from work, but he won’t live here forever.
I need to learn how to be able to do more things on my own. You know, be independent. Stand on my own two feet. Be strong, be capable, believe in myself. I’ve come this far, this is just one more step forward. Right?