Small Win
It’s odd the things that bring me pleasure these days. Yesterday I completed the restoration of the three lights that adorn our dog run walls. They were bought in the rush of pleasure that comes with decorating a new home. They fell victim to my late wife’s long disease and grief. Bulbs died and broke and the lights went dim. The will to repair was broken as well. For years, I mostly sighed when I looked at the dark lights.
Several weeks ago, however, my oldest son came to visit me and his brother who lives nearby. A young homeowner himself, he’s all about fixing things. We got after the lights. We hit a small roadblock, but I consulted an electrician friend for advice. There was a simplicity to the project that had gone undetected for years. And once the path forward was revealed, I was all in and ready to go, and go I went. I found myself restored. My fixit days came back, and yesterday to complete the job, I put in the new bulbs to shine brightly through freshly cleaned glass.
That evening, I turned on the lights. For the first time in years, the entrance to my home once again shone with a welcoming glow. And when it did the endorphin rush hit me. I wondered briefly why I waited so long, but I knew the answer. So, I didn’t dwell too long on the obvious. Besides, I’ve always been a fan of better late than never, and this fit that category. All I need to do now is maintain my momentum and resist the urge to bask in my glory.