You might be wondering what the point of my little story is, I assure you there is a purpose.
I struggled with that darn tick (mentally as well as physically) for about 15 minutes. It was a really big deal for me, and after it was all said and done, it took about another 15 minutes for me to shake the heebie-jeebies. But, once I recovered I was able to realize something.
I can do great things.
OK, so removing a tick may not seem so great to you, but I promise it was a huge ordeal for me (I'm a mega-huge big baby when it comes to arachnids of any kind). I was able to overcome an obstacle and do what needed to be done. I was able to do something I didn't think I could do by myself. This realization was kind of empowering, enough so that now I know if I absolutely had to, I could do this again. I'm crossing my fingers that I wont have to, but considering where I live it's likely to happen again.
I think we can all do great things, even if they're actually small in size.