Over the years I’ve learned something about myself. I’m a fixer, a tweaker.
I enjoy the challenge of coming into a situation and seeing how everything works and then making it all run more smoothly. If there’s nothing to fix, I get bored and tend to disengage. It’s mostly a good thing, this propensity for fixing things.
Except when I start to do it in my relationships. Because people are not supposed to be fixed. And I hate it when others try to fix me. It seems to be a pretty good defense mechanism for keeping my heart from getting involved and from having to do the hard work of loving in the middle of messes.
That’s what I’m writing about over at Middle Places today. And also about how I’m southern so I’m always fixin’ to do stuff. And how thunderstorms and technology just don’t mix well.
So click the link: The Problem With Being a Fixer…