
Now, I realize a title like that is likely to elicit responses along the lines of, “Well, it’s about time that boy got some help!” But it’s not what you think. Sorry.
When I was younger, I used to own a 1974 Dodge Charger, exactly like the one pictured here. Except, uh, mine was a dark olive green, and she had a white landau roof. Oh, and she also had a white leather interior (something I’ll never have again).
Now, that was a fun car to own and drive. She had a 400-cubic-inch engine, which was admittedly a bit large; but then again, she was a fairly heavy car. (Back then nobody even thought about gas mileage, and as a young adult, I was mainly concerned with, um, getting there fast.) She has the distinction of being the first car I ever bought new off the dealer’s lot.
You may have noticed I use the pronoun her. I named her Yolanda, of course. (And you have to say it like this: yo-LAHN-da.) Why Yolanda, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya… keep on wonderin’.
Yolanda and I had some great times together, but she did have one major flaw. I only discovered it the first time I had to perform a tune-up. See, from the hood, it was no trouble reaching six of the eight spark plugs. Unfortunately, due to the size of the engine and the general closeness of the engine compartment (it was packed in there!), I simply couldn’t reach two of them from above. The solution: get underneath the car.
The problem with that was, as you may be able to tell from the photo, Yolanda was something of a “low rider”, if you know what I mean. She was the “street” version of a Daytona race car that was understandably designed with very low ground clearance. Too bad they carried that part of the design over, though. It was a tight fit, with barely enough clearance for my body (as well as my much younger and *sigh* slimmer) tummy.
If it hadn’t been so painful and strenuous, it would have been hysterical watching me skootch my way into position (displaying the amazing talent of moving across the ground using only shoulders and – pardon the expression, but there’s no better way to say it – butt cheeks). Finally, I managed to get where I could see the two wayward plugs, and that’s when I discovered yet another stupid idiotic design flaw challenge.
See, what with the engine mounts, the front suspension, and the stabilizer struts – not to mention the somewhat confined space – I could barely even see the darned things, much less reach ‘em. I spent quite some time considering possible angles of approach, but after wriggling around in every way imaginable, I finally concluded there was no way I could finish the job myself.
It was a tough thing to admit. I mean, I’m a guy – I’m supposed to be able to work on my own car, especially for something as simple as a tune-up. No, really; it’s right there in black & white in the Manly Men’s Code of Conduct Manual, page 72: Thou shalt perform thou’s own tune-ups.
Alas, and darn.
When You Just Can’t Do It Yourself
Has something like this ever happened to you? Well, not necessarily the car repair thing; I’m talking about times when it seems like, no matter what you do, you simply can’t “make it work” (whatever it happens to be)?
The way I see it, you’re faced with three options.
- Give up. Yep, that’s certainly one option, isn’t it? After all, you didn’t really want to, um, accomplish that thing anyway, right? Why not just forget about it? On the other hand, hopefully we’ve all recently learned something from hitting brick walls, though…
- Keep trying. I suppose you can keep trying, but what if you’ve exhausted every resource you have and still can’t do it? Isn’t it time to try something, you know, new? Remember the definition of insanity: doing the same thing while expecting different results.
- Get help. There comes a time when you simply have to look for outside help to get the job done, right? So put the tools down and go find it. The fact is, no matter what the job, there’s probably plenty of people out there ready and willing to help you accomplish it.
Out of frustration (and, er, filled with the impetuosity of youth) I naturally chose option #1.
Well, at least I did at first. See, the frustration of spending literally hours of time, plus the physical effort of squirming around, fruitlessly trying to reach those stupid spark plugs made me want to just walk away and not think about it anymore. Man, was I exhausted! Hey, we’ve all been there, right?
But really, what would that have accomplished? I mean, Yolanda would have eventually started having problems and likely ended up with a much bigger (and naturally more costly) failure to deal with. So, displaying just enough intelligence to skip option 2, I quickly relented and switched to option 3.
Yep; it was time to call on the experts. Needless to say, I never tried doing that job again! From that day forward, Yolanda took a trip to the shop whenever she needed a tune-up.
It was a decision that changed my life!
You Can Profit from Giving Up
Rather than plunging into the Pit of Despair and suffering miserably from ignominious defeat (as well as receiving a somewhat scathing letter from the Manly Men’s Association), I actually realized three profound benefits from that decision.
- Freedom. With more time on my hands I gained a sense of freedom. I had wasted nearly 6 frustrating hours (what can I say? I’m a persistent guy) that day trying to do something I simply couldn’t do. And what’s worse, it would be pretty much the same situation every single time the same job needed to be done. So why waste the time? There were other profitable, necessary or even fun things I was suddenly free to do.
- Empowerment. I know this is going to sound a bit odd at first, but think about it with me for a moment (sound of millions of grinding gears). The fact is, I now knew something about my limitations. In a strange sort of way, knowing that gave me a better sense of who I was. And ya know what? Knowing yourself is always empowering.
- Peace of Mind. One thing Yolanda taught me was that there’s simply no way to keep up with every change there is. As automobile technology changed, the idea of me working on my own car became more and more problematic – I simply couldn’t keep up with it without continuous investment in time, money and energy. Now, that’s all right if I’d been a mechanic. But since I’m not; well, I don’t have to bother anymore.
I trust you realize, of course, that you face these same three choices every day – in your business, your life, and pretty much anything. I guess the question you have to ask yourself is, do you feel lucky?
Tell Me a Story
So what about it? When was the last time you had to make this kind of decision? Did you choose door #1, door #2, or door #3 – or is there another door I failed to mention? What made you choose the one you did? Did you go back and change your mind later, like I did?