Our kitchen sink has been broken for a good week or so. It still works, but every now and then the nozzle flies off and a small waterworks show follows. Annoying, yes. Emergency, no.

So I’ve been working on this challenge a little bit each night. One night, determine the manufacturer. The next, figure out the parts needed. Guess where to purchase the parts… unsuccessfully try to order them online… another night cursing life and questioning why this is so difficult… you get the idea.

Well, today I made a phone call to try and order the parts. Much to my amazement, it worked! I had taken a real step toward fixing the sink. I felt great about myself. Hey, ordering those parts was certainly a manly act. I puffed out my chest. M-A-N, that was me.

Then I got to thinking, “Gosh, it must feel amazing to actually fix stuff.” I had just taken a tiny step toward fixing the sink. To be able to actually fix it. To carry the project to completion. Whoa, dream a little dream. I could only imagine. Emotional Valhalla, who knew that kitchen sinks hold the key?