I recommend listening to this song as you read this post. Don't even try not to dance.
While I am often inappropriately proud of myself, I'm pretty sure nothing compares to the first home project I did completely on my lonesome. My mom is the master of home improvement projects so I have relied on her help or her flat out just doing it for me countless times. I can't remember why, but I decided that I wanted to take on one project without her: installing a new doorbell button. The original one worked but the button was cracked and I was terrified of death by doorbell electrocution. Now I get that some of you experts out there know how incredibly simple this is, but I was shocked to recently find out how some people at work thought I was AMAZING because I had done this. I mean I totally ate it up, but I was secretly surprised by their reaction.
At the end of the day, the entire project probably took about an hour. I went to Lowes Depot (I don't know which, but I live at both of these stores) and purchased a fun little button that lit up. I brought it home, turned off the electric which I'm not even sure anymore was necessary, followed the instructions of taking off the old button, and wiring the new one. I mean dear lord you would have thought I had just completed brain surgery. I was strutting around the front yard like nobody's business. And I am not even exaggerating a little bit that once I turned that electric back on and the button lit up, I rang that bell roughly 20 times. Luckily, I wasn't married at this point for anyone to try and tell me how to do it or to become annoyed at the beautiful song of the doorbell which button I installed.
While the strutting has stopped, the internal pride continues.
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