This morning I plan to destroy my
back yard. Intentionally. I’ve been dreading it for over a year. I know it has
to happen, but initiating the destruction of something I’ve spent years
maintaining is daunting. I find solace that with this project, I’ve taken the
time to compare contractors, select colors, and transplant fauna to prevent
collateral damage. The decision is not impulsive, but carefully calculated to
result in a net gain.
Many times I must be an agent of my
own destruction. As my life, like my pool, springs leaks, I contort myself,
using my fingers to plug the holes and maintain the status quo. But at some
point, my arms become tired and, as I sag, the trickle I’ve avoided begins.
When I spend all of my time containing leaks, I constrict myself with no room
to grow.
So this morning I’m throwing in the
towel. No more plugging leaks. I begin the almost masochistic process of
removing the fence sections and barriers before my pool receives the facelift
it deserves. Embracing the change is intimidating, but less terrifying than
staying the same. At times, destruction is necessary so that something better
can form.
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