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Once an ancient priest gave a present to a young monk. It was a tiny carved box. “What shall I do with it?” the young monk asked.
“Anything you like,” answered the priest.
So the monk took it home and placed it on his mantel. Immediately he noticed that the beauty of the box emphasized the shabbiness of the rest of the mantel. The monk took a moment to straighten the mantel.
But he noticed that the mantel now threw the chaos of the rest of the room into sharp contrast. He cleaned it up, so that it would match the order of the mantel.
When the room was beautiful, he noticed that the rest of his house looked shabby in comparison. So he put the rest of his house into order as well.
After his house was straightened, he looked outside and noticed the disarray of the rest of the world. He took one last look at the beauty of his house, then stepped outside to begin the task of restoring harmony to the rest of the world.
This is where I am with my repair/paint project. Every little bit that is completed shows up more the entropy around it. Every job creates three more jobs.
Can’t. Stop. Fixing. Things. Can’t. Stop. Painting.
I tell myself I’m fixing and painting so that when the time comes to sell, it will be ready. The house will be ready.
I hope that when the house is ready, I am also ready.
The kids are lucky they are all mobile or else I’d paint them too.
