The first step of getting better is always admitting the "problem". I realized the other day that I am a "fixitaholoc". That is I hate broken things and when I see something broken I have an overwhelming urge to fixit.
My issue with fixing things probably started back when I was a kid. My father was also a fixer and was loathe to throw anything away. He would dive into a washing machine and replace the drum skids milk caps. He would use milk caps instead of buying the actual part because he didn't want to spend the extra $20 for the actual drum skid pads. I think he was motivated by the fact that he didn't grow up with much and wanted to make sure that our family had enough money to cover the family costs (food, housing, retirement and college for four kids). Something that I am very grateful for.