Day 24: Reclaiming My Independence

One Lightbulb At A Time

I’ve always been handy.  The daughter of a builder, I’ve always known how to wield a hammer, climb a ladder, glue shit back together, sand surfaces and of course - change a lightbulb.

Whilst it hadn’t been intentional that throughout my relationship I had done none of these things, it had just happened.  I didn’t think I was playing the role of the helpless damsel, but I did allow Adam to step into that traditional role of ‘man about the house’.

Those days are over.  The lightbulb in the laundry (which despite asking my son several times to change it) remained unchanged.  Sick of stumbling around in the dark I take matters into my own hands, grab the ladder and a screwdriver and a lightbulb and reclaim my ‘independent woman’ status.

It feels surprisingly liberating and empowering to take back agency, and do things for myself. It’s a short lived victory - but hey - let’s just own the small wins eh?

The rollercoaster continues, but it was nice to be on the upward curve - at least momentarily.