I am admittedly, a fixer…

I’ve known this about myself for a long time. It’s not a secret… I was born into it, my Dad was a fixer, his Dad before him a legendary fixer… If you could harness our collective knowledge and abilities, you could fix anything in the past 100 years…  Anything.

As confusing as this may seem, it’s part of our love language. If we care, we repair. By repairing an item for you, we are relieving you of some or all of the expenses associated with replacing it, showing you value. We’re showing you that we noticed that this is something that is a part of your routine and our willingness to maintain that is caring…  It’s a whole complicated part of my identity that I wrestle with in a healthy way…  The main thing these days is that I remember to articulate the feelings, because only other fixers see each other without giving a little insight to those we fix for…

So the next time a fixer presents you with a repaired item that you’d just assume replace, remember that they are taking the occasion to say “I love you and I want you to be ok.”