I probably messed up a bike at the Bike Exchange because I didn't know what to do and I didn't ask.
I'm not as smart - or as helpful or thoughtful - as I've been telling myself I am.
From my other journal that youse don't see:
As I write this, I see I have a lot invested in people thinking I'm smart and competent. I have wound up shooting myself in the foot, looking stupid by NOT asking for help. (How did I get to be over fifty, and I'm just learning this?)