Fixers.
That's what we are. And we mean well...we've
become master fixers so that we can be happy.
That
works great on lawn mowers and table legs.
But it can be quite crippling when it comes
to life & love. My "fixing things"
in life usually finds them popping up again
later on.
For
me personally, I was proud of my fixin' skills!
Gave some really good advice. And man did
it feel good to help. I felt important. I
remember I was also quite good at accommodating.
There. That'll fix that. She won't be mad
anymore. We won't ruin another night out.
"It won't be broken anymore". I
became really effective at stealing someone
else's problems (chances for growth)
away from them.
Fixing
love and life often
shields us of the gift
life is trying to give us.
We're
quick to decide that something's broken.
And in our race to change the flat tire
we miss that the road is full of potholes
& nails.
"Your
boyfriend did what! Well here's what you
need to do..."
"Awe,
come here baby, don't cry. I'll stop, I swear!"
"Wow,
you're really upset! So what should we do
about it?"
Our
occupation with finding solutions keeps us
racing to the finish right past the lesson
or the healing, leaving us having to take
the darn test again later! Gosh I hate those
make-up tests!
