I'm learning in my "old" age, that I just can't be good at everything. I know, I know...it shouldn't have taken me so long to figure this out. I've always been kind of a jack of all trades master of none. And that was okay because I never felt like I had to be *the best* at everything, but I wanted to be *good* at as much as possible. Now, even good doesn't quite cut it. For instance, I'm really awful and most things crafty (crocheting, scrapbook, etc). I've never managed to successfully light a BBQ. I've pretty much given up on snowboarding. I don't know what to do with babies and small children.
Most of these things aren't a big deal, but some things in life are more essential. Fundamentally, I'm fine with the idea that I will need to ask for help sometimes. That there are things that I am just not good at or even (heaven forbid) incapable of doing myself. Humility is good. Learning to rely on others is good. The problem? "If you want something done right, you have to DO IT YOURSELF." This is so ridiculously true, it's not even funny! Other people--even so-called professionals--just don't care enough to do a decent job.
Case in point: When my car battery kept dying, I took the thing to three different professionals, all of whom told me that there was nothing wrong with the car. Then my dad--who has never worked on cars in his life and I don't think even knows how to jump a battery--figured out the problem on his own in fifteen minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES.
I have a confession now--I have never done my own taxes. Last year I tried to do them using the free version of TurboTax, but they were too complicated. I spent hours, ended up in tears, and sent them back to my dad, who did them for me. This year, they are even more complicated--too complicated for TurboTax. I know that taxes are something that I am incapable of doing on my own. I am not good with forms and numbers--and the whole things stresses me out to the point of nervous breakdown.
But...I just don't trust anyone to do this for me. Even paying a professional...I just don't think they care enough to do it right. Maybe that's ridiculous, but that's how I feel. If I knew how to do it, I would be much more comfortable doing it myself. But I don't know how. I will never know how.
I think I've just lost my faith in humanity. I trust my family because I know that they care enough about me to legitimately help. Everyone else, I'm just not sure.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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