On My Own, Or At Least Getting There

I know this is not a big deal, but I changed my own headlight today. And I’m damn proud of it.

Let me give you a back story.

A friend of mine is dating this girl; she’s fantastic. She has a Masters in Business Administration, she has an amazing job, and really, at the age of 25, she is living the life I had originally planned for myself. Except she achieved it, and I give her props for knowing what she wanted to do with her life and be so put together.

However, the complaint my friend has about her is that she doesn’t know how to be domestic: she doesn’t know how to cook or iron. This bothers him.

The way I see it, she’s set; she can pay for cooking classes; or, as her mother had told her, “You can pay and have someone do it for you.”

In Latino culture -and specifically, my Mexican culture -we have our mothers tell us to focus on studies, on finding ways to have a better life than what they had. I don’t see this as a fault of hers; and if it does bother him, he can always teach her himself.

Nonetheless, his thoughts had me thinking, and I feel like in my case, should learn and/or improve not only in becoming a domestic goddess, but a goddess all around.

I’m the single gal. I’m the one who has been living alone. Moreover, at 35, I don’t know if I’ll end up getting married. Daddy or a mechanic in general will not always be available. So why not do it on my own?

So today, I headed over to AutoZone today to purchase and finally change one of my headlights.

I wanted to change it myself, so a few days before I watched a YouTube tutorial on the process for my car model. I only watched it once, but it looked easy enough. I could get this, right?

Fast forward to today, and I still wanted to change it on my own. Thus, I made my purchase and decided to install the new bulb on the AutoZone parking lot.

For one, I was anxious to get it done. And two, AutoZone was also my “SafetyZone;” my just-in-case-I-screw-it-up-and-I-needed-to-go-inside-and-get-help.

Though, the latter was a last resort.

While I struggled a little bit on taking off the bulb, I grew excited as I completed each step: taking off the lid, taking the bulb attachment out of its place, taking the bulb off and lastly, replacing it with a new one.

For my final test, I turned on the lights to ensure I did it right. Sure enough, I did. My car no longer looks like it has an eye patch cruising through the night.

Again, I know it’s not a big deal. However, it’s a proud moment for me.

Now, bring on the oil change.

I just have to find a place to park and do it.

 

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