WHY are you sending me the photo of a lock? You ask.
Well.
For seven years, I’ve watched patrons go through the same awkward ritual: the hesitation, the knock, is anyone in there? And I have done nothing about it.
Why?
It may have something to do with the fact that I am the least handy person in the world.
Replacing a toilet lock felt like a big project.
Until I finally took a moment to text Ken and Laurie*.
—Can we actually do it?
—Piece of cake.
Three days later, it was taken care of.
I am elated. And I wonder:
How many tiny things are stalling in our lives—things we’ve tuned out for years—that might only take a minute to fix, if we simply asked for help?
So, yes.
If you hear fewer apologetic knocks in the lobby these days… that’s growth :)
From my Ring-shaped heart,
Margherita