Walking towards the camp’s lounge one morning at Burning Man, I found one of my campmates curiously squatted close to her upside down bike.
Asking her if everything was alright, she distractedly replied that her outfit got stuck in the chain, was entangled into the derailleur, and bent some of the wheel spokes into the bike mechanics the previous night.
My immediate impression was that it was a complete mess and that it should be taken to a person who knew what they were doing and have them fix it.
…But that wasn’t even a thought in this campmate’s mind.
She had the derailleur completely taken apart, was balancing about ten pieces, three tools, and an entire bicycle in two hopeful hands… and was… remarkably focused… patient… and determined.
After a minute or two of watching the scene… my hands turned hopeful too and I squatted next to her.
We put it back together… wrong… and took it back apart.
Put it back together again… wrong… and took it all apart again.
Tried it a few more times… wrong… and repeated a few more times after that.
Until finally, after about an hour of trial, error, and head scratching: We finally got it.
And let me tell you… it was an incredibly rewarding victory. Not just because we fixed the damn bike… but, because we fought back against a learned helplessness that runs rampant in modern society. A feeling I was guilty of at the outset of this process.
And what this campmate reminded me is that we’re far more clever and resourceful than we think—we just have to give ourselves more credit… more time… and particularly: more trust.
