Locked into My Own Conclusions

Life has often presented me with challenges that I've used to test myself. In fact, sometimes I've accepted challenges I didn't have to meet, like taking the hard way rather than an easy one that was equally accessible.

Just the other day, I was trying to solve what I thought was a problem. But as it turned out, the problem was more in my own mind than in actuality.

We got a new computer, which I thought was to replace the dinosaur that everyone complained about. But I didn't think we were ready to punt the old one, at least until the new one was set up and running with all the needed applications. And the problem I wrestled with was where to put it.

Now, I should know better than to open my mouth about anything of an interior design. But the whole way home I considered various ways to do it. And decided the easiest was by setting the new one up on an old desk that looks hideous.

Understand, this is a desk that was beibg used until I suggested it be removed after some recent painting. So I thought it would be perfectly acceptable as a temporary structure, to be used only long enough to get the new machine running and then taking it out once the old one could be replaced. I figured the whole process would take maybe a day or two.

What a waste of mental effort!

Not only did I learn that my wife positively hated that old desk, but that it seemed she'd rather part with me than to have it again inhabit any of the interior space of her home for even a few minutes. So vociferously, in fact, that I didn't even get to finish my sentence that it was only temporary.