For the most part, when anything breaks down or spontaneously bursts into flame, I have several options to choose from:
- Ignore the problem and hope it goes away.
- Pay someone to come in and fix the problem.
- Play Mr. Fixit and try to fix the problem myself.
I can't tell you how much it frustrates me when I fail at a task that I think I should be able to complete with ease, and then find myself either lying in the emergency room with tubes coming out of every opening in my body or talking with the local fire department officers as we stand around the smoldering remains of my home. The frequency of such scenes playing out in my life is becoming almost comical. When will I admit that I am not Mr. Fixit?