Renting and using a power drill to install blinds in my room all by myself feels almost as empowering as changing a flat tire when I’m alone at 11 o’clock at night. Accomplishing new things on my own gives me a huge sense of satisfaction. I’m like a preschool kid who desperately seeks opportunities to excercise her growing independence.
These piddly little events make me feel more certain that I am okay – that I am going to get along fine in this life. I know that thought is essentially ridiculous – that performing my own manual labor makes me feel validated – that doesn’t make it any less true.
the means and the end.
