Monday, October 17, 2011

.becoming soft.

While driving home from Millcreek Canyon on Sat. I was relating to Roy the story of my first and only flat tire. I was driving my wonderful roomates old beater up to Logan, which I always did because she hated driving. There we were...two girls,in dresses mind you, on the side of the free way. While Emily made sure I was taken care of(giving me a pillow case to kneel on), I got to work getting the car jacked and lug nuts taken off. Whenever I tell that story, I feel incredibly "check out my mad a dress none the less". That was me in college, killing bugs, changing light know, really HARD stuff, but I did it on my own...almost like I had to prove something. I made the comment to Roy, that I'm getting soft. Soft in the sense that I go running to Roy if there's a spider that needs to be squashed, or a light bulb changed. And it's not because I can't do it, it's just easier for Roy to do it. What's happened to me? Am I done proving myself or something? Or maybe I'm just proving myself in other ways...???


Kay said...

You'll never be soft Beth, because I'm sure there will be times when you will once again have to "take the reins" so to speak and have no trouble doing. Having someone to help isn't a bad thing, after all you get more done working together.

ANG said...

give me a break! You are doing WAYYYY harder stuff now.