Tonight, I realized I don’t need a man. Sure, I might want one for companionship, but necessity? Absolutely not. And what brought about this moment of clarity? A clogged drain.
Now, let me set the scene: I was in the middle of my everything bath (if you know, you know) when the water suddenly stopped draining. A very serious situation, considering that when I first moved in, I was explicitly warned that if this drain ever got clogged, a plumber would have to be called, and it would turn into a full-blown project, one that could take at least two weeks to fix. And let’s not forget, this isn’t just any drain, it’s an 80s-built-in tub drain, the kind designed to make your life miserable when things go wrong.
So, what did I do? First, I panicked. For a solid minute, I convinced myself that the drain was working fine, that maybe the water was just draining really slowly. Delusional, I know. But reality hit hard when I realized the water wasn’t going anywhere.
That’s when I snapped out of it. I put on my metaphorical big girl pants and hyped myself up with “Anything a man can do, a woman can do better” and “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Then, I got to work.
I tried a broom. Nothing. A brush? Still nothing. I searched for a plunger, nowhere to be found. So, in a moment of sheer desperation, I grabbed a metal clothes hanger and started fiddling with that drain like my life depended on it. And let me tell you, never in my wildest dreams did I picture myself doing this. Normally, anything remotely gross makes me queasy. But not tonight.
After a few minutes of determined maneuvering, I finally hit the jackpot. I pulled out clumps of whatever monstrosity was clogging that drain, and when I turned the water back on and watched it flow freely… Oh, the relief! The joy I felt in that moment could only be compared to seeing a passing grade in a course you knew you were about to fail.
And then? I finished my everything bath, scrubbing every inch of my skin clean, just like when Jesus washes sins away.
Now, with an exam at 9 AM tomorrow, my brain is as clear as that drain, fully ready to absorb everything I need to cram between now and sunrise.
Moral of the story? With the right amount of urgency and determination, you can do anything.
Bustalime (Queen of all trades 💅🏽)