Here is my own example. I lived for twenty years in a very small home that with literal blood, honest sweat, and actual tears I had wrestled into a comfortable place to live. As a single mom, I reared my daughter there, so I was deeply invested in it. My remarriage required a larger home—there was another person now, a bigger one—and so I sold the little house in which I had invested so much. Later, that owner resold the home, and when I drove by, I was astonished. The garage had been remodeled and was now added living space. The ivory painted siding was now white, and black shutters had been added. It looked nothing at all like the home I had reluctantly left!
But appreciating the new look was not all I felt. I began to feel something like resentment or displeasure. "I wish I were the one who had thirty thousand dollars to remodel. Why couldn't I have put in n a nice lawn?” I suffered with those thoughts all the way home!

MaryMartha
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