|Nine staples where three might do.|
|A bowl full of mental illness|
Lately, in my meantime, in my sparetime, I’ve been tearing down an old chair, pulling out millions of staples, ripping off rotten fabric, dreaming of the bright, happy new look I will give it. My mom has a small shop where she has renewed old, stinky couches and dirty easy chairs for years. She tells me you can know a lot about a person by the way a piece was put together. Each time we’ve talked lately, I’ve complained - nay, ranted - about the hundreds of unnecessary staples I had to individually pry out. She says, yes, that is a person who is…, that is…, I forget the word... I say, obsessive-compulsive? YES! she replies.
Renewal can be a lengthy, arduous process where we must address our own imperfections.
|Stripped, ready for renewal|