About three days ago, I looked at my sofa, and I realized:
It was torn to shreds (particularly on the arms -- the result of kitty claws).
It was dirty.
It was broken.
It was, quite simply, a mess.
And tt symbolized everything wrong in my life.
So I tore it apart.
It's in six pieces, in front of my apartment. Tomorrow a friend and his brother are going to come and help me move all the pieces to the dumpster.
Then I will be free to start anew.
In its place is a multi-colored rug and a coffee table I use as a dinner table/computer desk for my laptop. I can sit and watch the sky and the people in the courtyard, and gain inspiration from the outdoors as I type.
It refreshes me.
Out with the old and being open to the new really does a heart and mind good.