As I get older, I find I tire more easily. At times, this frustrates me, but if I stop and think, it actually works out.
My daughter wanted her bedroom painted. In my younger days, in order to make sure it was done “right,” I would have insisted that I be the prime contractor, quality control, lead painter, more quality control, etc. Now, not so much.
My daughter started the project on her own, and with some help from her brother, got most of it done.
Today, she was a little frustrated because it wasn’t compete. Most of it was the “cutting in” around the door and windows that had to be done with a brush rather than a roller. I was able to finish that part in less than an hour.
Bottom line – she learned how to paint and now appreciates what it takes. She made fewer mistakes than I would have, and I got to come in at the end, like the cavalry in the old movies, and be the hero.
Beats painting a room by myself.