DIY.
Do it yourself.
Way to go. Power to the people. Rock on. Stick it to the man. Do it yourself.
I was feeling strapped for cash so I made my own sandwich for this week’s blog. I thought I’d look in the old refrigerator, take whatever it could give me, and throw together a delicious sammy.
I did. I made a tuna sandwich, with some chopped celery and red pepper. I put it on some toasted rye with melted white cheddar cheese then smothered it all in Sriracha.
I did it myself.
It was okay. It wasn’t fantastic. I haven’t decided to pursue a prestigious career as a sandwich artist. I didn’t do any cartwheels after the first spicy bite. It was just ok. Not bad, though.
So, do it yourself, except not all the time.
You have to understand your weaknesses. I know that I’m not the best sandwich maker. I know that it’s okay to ask for help some times.
But, you also have to know your strengths.
I am one of the best sandwich eaters I have ever met.
Do it myself?
I will eat any sandwich. All by myself.
Was this a murky metaphor for coming to terms with my abilities and lack thereof? Does this post signify a new-found appreciation for who I am as a person?
Not sure. Metaphors aren’t really one of my strengths.
Power Goes Out (to eat) 