Welcome to day 9 of my experiment: Going through the Valley of Despair.
Today I finished a task I didn’t really have the option not to do. After completing the bathroom renovation in November, the only thing left was painting the new door. I had contacted a painter, but he wouldn’t be able to start the job until December 22nd.
With my father arriving on the 20th (tomorrow), the door needed to be painted before he got here. And since we only have one bathroom in the house, it wouldn’t be ideal to be without the bathroom door for a few days with three people living here. So I decided to paint the door myself.
In doing so, I remembered something.
At first, I felt frustrated because I couldn’t remove the door handle. With no energy left to think or keep trying, I stopped. The next day, with a clear head, I came back to it, and just by looking at the handle I thought of trying to turn the latch pin instead of pulling it. That was when I decoded the entire mechanism of the door handle.
Then I painted the door — one coat of primer and two coats of paint.
Today, as I calmly and attentively put the door handle back in place, piece by piece, I experienced a kind of confidence in practice — one that reminded me that my limits are almost never where I once thought they were.
Some situations in life are, in fact, tests. They reveal and prove the strength, intelligence, and capability we tend to underestimate — not only because we find a solution, but because we manage to reorganize our mental state until clarity emerges so that the problem could be solved. It is precisely at that point that self-confidence becomes solid.
That’s it for now,
