When we bought our new refrigerator it came with a lot of trepidation.

The one we wanted, and subsequently bought, would show EVERY fingerprint.  This was very distressing to my OCD tendencies.  I had to think long and hard.

Ultimately, we bought it and I have surrendered to sticky fingerprints, yielding to it like therapy that’s “good for me”.

The best friend of my dear friend, and by association my friend, is Paige.  Paige told me something a few years ago that I think about, at least weekly, if not daily.  She said that though it still REALLY bothers her to have dirty dishes in her sink, it’s not going to make her miss any fun.

I really try to take this to heart.  I think my fridge is a testament to that.  I might not like it, but I’m getting better about letting it go…

Thank you, Paige.  You’re a genius as far as I’m concerned.

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One Response to therapy

  1. Auntie Kik says:

    I honestly don’t think it bothers her that much at all (only her husband)….:)

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