When You Need to Prove Something to Yourself

Once upon a time, I played the piano.

I also taught a whole bunch of students, and was only two months away from my final piano teaching exam and a diploma on my wall, when things went crazy, and I got tendinitis so bad, I haven’t played piano again in six years.

For awhile, the pain in my arms was intense enough to keep me up at night.

There were so many things I couldn’t do anymore. I couldn’t open jars, carry heavy boxes, or do any housework. (Shoot, hey?! The only problem was that I like a really clean house, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.)

Ben had to be careful not to turn the taps too tight, or else I couldn’t wash my hands or shower, without him coming to turn the water on for me.

Life is not like that for me anymore, thank goodness. I’ve recovered to the point where I can live a fairly normal life, if I pace myself and don’t try to do too much in a day, like wash every window in our house or stuff like that.

But here’s the thing: I had no strength to do things for so long, I started to think of myself as weak and incapable.

I saw my scrawny arms in the mirror, and wanted to hide them. (I’m always very happy to put on long sleeves in fall! My arms don’t look quite so skinny when they’re covered in sleeves.)

I read DIY blog posts about women building things and handling power tools while their husbands were away at work, and I would think, “I could never do that!”

But deep down, I desperately wanted to.

I wanted to be a strong, gutsy girl who builds things.

And then I saw this tutorial for a DIY board and batten wall treatment:

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I wanted it. Quite badly.

But when I asked Ben, he said he couldn’t start any project like that until he was finished with his Masters.

So I resigned myself to wait for a few months. But I kept looking at that picture, and thinking about it.

And then Ben’s grandma passed away this summer. At the funeral, one of her daughters talked about how her mom was never the type to sit around waiting for someone else to fix things for her. If there was a minor repair that needed doing, she just went and did it herself.

I thought to myself, “I want to be like Grandma.”

When I said to Ben, “I wish I could do it myself”, he said, “You can.”

He always says, “You can.”

He always believes in me, always encourages me to try. In the twelve years we’ve been married, he has never said, “You can’t do that.”

He encourages me to ask for help, or to do more research first, but he always believes I can do what I dream of doing, when the time is right.

And now, the time is right. I decided to build something. For me, and for Grandma. For our girls, too. So they can see that anything is possible. None of this sitting around, waiting for someone to come do it for them.

Since we moved into our new house, our entrance has felt very bare and unwelcoming.

I decided it was time to do something about it, and I would do it by myself.

Ben was great about everything. He was totally willing to help, but he knew how much I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it, so he gave me detailed instructions, and I set off by myself to buy wood, paint, nails, and everything else I might need.

Well. Turns out that at Home Depot, if you want a certain length of wood, you cut it yourself. With a hand saw.

I built a birdhouse once with my dad when I was a little kid. And I’ve played around a bit with hammer and nails. I know how to use a saw. But I did feel a little weird to be sawing away at some wood at Home Depot. My skirt swished along with the back and forth motion, and my scrawny arms got pretty tired, but I did it by myself.

And I transformed that entrance from this:

To this:

(With a tiny little bit of help from Ben with holding a board or two, and hammering a few nails. Otherwise, all me.)

It still needs some finishing touches, like some pictures on the wall, and some pillows on the bench, but we are definitely getting there.

And I feel proud.

I needed to do it so I would stop having that weak, helpless image of myself in my head.

Do you ever feel that way? Is there anything you need to tackle, just so you know you can? To prove something to yourself?

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18 thoughts on “When You Need to Prove Something to Yourself

  1. Oh my goodness, you can totally do it!!! And you did! So proud of you! I love working with power tools but there was a time when I wasn’t sure if I could “do it”. My personality is the type to not wait for anyone (working on the patience) and just do everything myself. That get-up-and-go can take you far in life and can give you such a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Now that you have conquered the miter saw, what other lovely ideas are floating around in your head that you can totally accomplish on your own?! šŸ™‚

  2. Congratulations Kendra! That looks amazing šŸ™‚ I understand completely how you feel, except in my case it is others telling me I can’t do things and I have to fight to prove to myself that they are wrong. I am stubborn at best!

  3. Wow! Kendra that is beautiful!!! You really did this…looks like I am reading a DIY blog. Most people love studying blogs, but never really DO the stuff they dream about. You did it…there is no stopping you now!!!

    • Thanks, Patti! Hmm, I like the idea that nothing can stop me! I have a whole bunch of ideas up my sleeve, and your comment inspires me!:)

    • Well, my goodness. If I don’t have the most productive week of my life after those encouraging words, then something’s wrong! Thanks, Julie!

  4. You have definitely inspired me! We move in a few weeks and I am already planning a new front entrance! Oh, and I think your scrawny arms look AMAZING in those photos. Totally tough!

    • Thanks, Rochelle! You’ll have to share pictures of your new entrance on facebook! And I will try to wear short sleeves with confidence from now on!:)

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  6. That looks so lovely and inviting!!! I would love to sit and have a visit right there in your foyer :). And I’m chuckling because I just read Rochelle’s post about your amazing arms and I say – go for the short sleeves OR the sleeveless ;).

    • Well, a visit with you is always good, whether it’s in the SBC gym, my foyer, or my living room! Hopefully we can get together sometime soon!

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