The Curse of Being a Fixer

Hello. You all know me. I am a fixer.

What does that mean? Let me tell you…

A colleague comes to me with a broken computer, I try and fix it.

A child comes to me with a broken toy, I try and fix it.

A friend comes to me with a problem, I try and fix it.

If Angel comes to me with a hurt, I try and fix it.

It’s who I am. I don’t like things to be wrong. I like everything in its place, in working order with everyone happy.

That’s my fantasy world. Now comes real life.

Angel comes to me sometimes and tells me about things that are bothering her. I listen to her and when she is done, I try and figure out a way to fix the problem. To make the hurt go away. To make everything all better.

Again, back to real life. Not everything can or needs to be fixed. Problem is that I have issues separating what does and doesn’t. You see, I have a hard time seeing things bother her and not take action. And when I don’t know what action to take it frustrates me.

I try and do better. I try to listen without action. It’s hard.

Hello. I’m daddy and I am a fixer.

The glad game

I won’t apologize for who I am.

I live with depression. The way I chose to deal with it is to find the positive in everything. I know it can be annoying but I don’t know any other way to be.

I have suffered loss. I have suffered sadness. I prefer to not let those things win.

If you’re not one that likes the happy side of things maybe it’s better you know this about me first then You can make the choice to be my friend or not.

This is my favorite part of this movie. Pollyanna. It’s how I choose to live.