I am always pleased whenever I master even the simplest stuff. For example, I have figured out how to put my wife’s and my measuring spoons back on the “ringy-thingy.” (“Ringy-thingy” is the best technical (??) word I could that I could find on the internet for the piece of plastic that holds measuring spoons together. Sorry!)
When she first bought them, I thought to myself, “How nice! They are all different colors, and we can keep them together on this nice . . . ringy-thingy!”
But then, I washed them. That was fine, but after drying them, The Problem began. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to get the blamed things back on their holder (the ringy-thingy). I poked and probed and got nowhere fast. I spoke unkindly about the design and the designers. I thought some unkind thoughts toward my sweetheart who had purchased such instruments of torture.
But recently, something wonderful happened. I figured out how to get the measuring spoons back on the ringy-thingy. And it wasn’t even that difficult. I had mastered this simple task.
I’ve always struggled with the simple stuff. I was in the fourth grade before I could tie my shoes. And this was long before the days of Velcro. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to learn how to tie them. It was terrible embarrassing—indeed, humiliating—to have my mom or my teacher tie my shoes at the advanced age of nine. I felt very small and stupid.
Then, one day, I confided in my niece. She was two years younger than I was, and she had been tying her own shoes for a couple of years. Debbie was a good teacher. She very patiently and slowly went through the steps of how to tie shoes. When I was on the verge of tears and wanting to give up, she encouraged me. “No!” she said. “You can learn this!” And I did learn how to tie my own shoes!
So, across the years, I’ve noticed several important things about how I learn simple stuff.
What simple stuff has been holding you hostage? Or are you holding your own self hostage?
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