The satisfaction of accomplishing something on your own.
Let’s talk about it.
First off, WHAT A GREAT FEELING!! I’m talking about that moment when you’ve successfully done something that you set out to do ALL BY YOURSELF.
Like… You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, but your dedicated self didn’t let that stop you.
I remember applying for financial aid for college my senior year of high school. I was the first kid of seven in my family to really pursue college, so I had no idea what I was doing. I walked in blindly, researched tips along the way, and explored the new chapter at my own pace.
And I went to college, got PAID to do so, and did it ALL on my own. I OWNED that $h#t!
Tonight I’m watching my fiancée bask in the glow of that same feeling of achievement. And it’s GLORIOUS!
Watching people succeed is THE BEST!
Dylan bought the truck he had been dreaming of back in October of this year. He didn’t want fancy, he just wanted his own style. He has a very interesting style (it’s one of the things I chuckle about the most). He’s very particular. He is the type to get frustrated over bad hair days and to want a specific hat for a given look. He’s never been one to care about what was “in.” He’s always just wanted to be unique and retro in his own way. So initially he wanted a Chevy truck with four wheel drive and he found exactly that in his 08 Chevy Silverado (He’s a very simple man, I appreciate that).
Well last week, the Silverado’s drivers side door wouldn’t open. We had to crawl in and out of the passenger seat to get to the drivers side for like a week. We’ve been short on money, so Dylan decided he was going to fix the door on his own and not take it to the shop.
I was doubtful, admittedly.
He researched the issue and went to the auto parts store bought a new cable. I was shocked he made that big of a move, but I still wasn’t convinced he was going to pull it off.
That night he stayed up until 1am working on that darned door.
He came in that night discouraged, but not defeated.
The next night he wanted me to go out there with him while he worked on it. I agreed on the grounds that I could just SIT out there and be company; not actually help in any capacity.
I went out and sat in the garage on my laptop for a bit, helped a tiny portion, and returned back inside to the heat.
The next time Dylan came in the house, the door was fixed.
He had no clue what he was doing initially, but he was determined to get the job done! I think that is such an admirable trait.
I love this guy to pieces.