Challenge Accepted

I am not a competitive person. I don’t usually take part to win. To be honest, I rarely take part. I’m not the group stuff type. But if someone tells me that something I think is achievable can’t be done or is too hard for me or even hints at the possibility of it being better to give in than try, I fight back. I find myself subconsciously accepting the challenge. The unset challenge. Known only to me. Because I am not the I’ll prove you wrong type.

I nearly failed my mock exam in Leaving Cert honours maths. Afterwards at the suggestion, not from my teacher by the way, that I go easy on myself and drop to ordinary level, I decided to prove to myself that I could do it and I did higher level in every subject. The only pupil in the year to do that. I don’t think anyone knows or cares. But I know it and I know that I did something others thought was too much for me.

When my boss’s boss told me in 2005 I should just go back to Ireland because he can’t keep me on and there were no jobs in Germany, I didn’t give up till I found a job. It paid better than I could have expected and I excelled at it.

When another boss told me, while I was pregnant with child number two, that I probably wouldn’t be able to fulfill my duties at work as a mother of two, I changed department to a more demanding job, did well at it and moved on to something better with less hours and more flexibility. Oh, and I had a third child somewhere along the line too.

So a few weeks ago when the guy from the specialists for sofa slip covers told me they couldn’t help me because my sofa is the wrong shape for a slip cover, do you know what I did? I accepted the unspoken challenge. I measured every angle of the sofa, watched online tutorials, made a pattern and bought fabric. I cut out and sewed and transformed our sofa within three days having never taken on such a big sewing project before.

Of course in my almost 40 years on this planet there have been things I really didn’t manage. Things that were a mistake, or two much or that I failed at***. Don’t say I can’t. Don’t hint at it. Don’t even accidentally imply it. I will do my best. And I might just prove you wrong.

                                                The slip cover the specialists said was impossible

*** Irish driving tests 1, 2 and 3, I dedicate this post to you. Funnily enough, as soon as I moved to Germany and had to drive on the wrong side of the road and take a theory test in a foreign language, I passed first time. 

4 thoughts on “Challenge Accepted

    1. Thanks Julia. Half way through it I wondered why I started but it has ended up well. I still need to hem the cover but the sofa looks a whole lot better with it than without it.

  1. The best attitude to have, well done !! As an aside I might have taken up most of the challenges, but the sofa covers would most definitely have beaten me;)

    1. Ah now Bernie, never say never. I didn’t think I would be up to it either and it isn’t perfect, but it is a damn sight better than it was before.

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