IT wasn’t until I was halfway down the road that I realised I had made an awful error, and had completely overestimated my abilities.
I, generally, find it difficult to admit when I am wrong, and often will dig my heels in before finally agreeing to let someone give me a hand.
But, this week, I realised that sometimes it’s better to just concede that there are things that you just aren’t very good at.
I realised this when I made a solo trip to pick up a Gumtree bargain piece of furniture, which I just had to have, this past week.
The piece was a gorgeous, light, timber queen size bed that I knew would look incredible in our spare room.
Usually I wait for Matt because he has a good set of tying hands, and always secures our furniture loads well, but I was too impatient and he was working late, so I made the decision to go it alone.
I felt confident driving down to the pick-up point as the item’s seller seemed nice on the phone, and I had Matt’s ute to stack it in – what could go wrong?
I arrived at the house and the first win was that the woman was nice.
The second win was that the bed looked exactly the same as the pictures that had been shared online.
I piled it into the back of the ute so perfectly that I thought ‘one rope will be enough’.
I took off absolutely stoked with my latest bargain, but my mood changed when I reached a very main road with lots of surrounding traffic.
The first couple of kilometres were stressful, with the bed head slapping on the ute’s cabin.
I knew I needed to check the load, so I looked for a gap in the traffic to pull into a side street.
I wriggled and pulled, but everything seemed to still be sitting snug, so I continued on.
It was only a few hundred metres back on the road that the tapping from the wooden frame resumed.
This time there was nowhere to pull over, so I had no choice but to continue.
I sat stiff and held my breath over every bump in the road, and cringed as I turned corners.
I made the stressful trip home in a stellar 50 minutes (should have been 30 minutes).
Matt arrived home shortly after and asked me how it went, and for the first time I agreed the furniture transporting will be his job from now on.
Until next week, keep your glasses full.