Have you ever looked at something for so long that you don’t see it anymore? It happens to us all the time. It’s usually a household décor item. Here’s how it goes down: We don’t have an item that we probably need, but we find something that “will work” until we find what we like. A little time goes by, and we forget all about it. We live with the substitute so long that we give it a permanent place by default.
Honestly, I don’t even know the origin of the random barstool that lived in our kitchen for about seven years. The barstools at the kitchen counter are distressed black with rich, wooden seats. Love ‘em. Somehow, though, we acquired a too-tall-for-the-counter, cheaply made, light wood finish barstool that found its home beside the fridge. It would frequently be pulled over into the kitchen, and someone would perch on it for conversation with the cook. I loved that, since I’m usually the cook.
Somehow, a few days ago, my eyes were opened and I thought to myself, Why is that still here? And, Wow! How long has it been? As it happened, I didn’t have too much on my list for the day, so I made my way down to a favorite wholesale furniture warehouse. Within 45 minutes, I had the perfect replacement — a handsome, correct-height, distressed black stool with a rush seat. It blended beautifully with the rest of the furniture.
Now I’m not one to give everything a spiritual spin, but I couldn’t help thinking how easy it is to cease noticing little things in my own life or heart that aren’t pretty. I intend to get around to it, but instead, I let busyness propel me forward and keep me from stopping long enough to deal with the much needed inner housekeeping.
Anything going on in your heart that has been there so long it’s become part of your personal landscape? Chances are, other people can see it and might wonder why you allow it to stay. Excuse me while I go do a little heart purge. Meanwhile, which stool do YOU think is cuter?