Jonathan Swift is credited with stating “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” Struggling with the experience of frustration at keeping a clean abode I dread the exercise of house cleaning. As I clean one space I notice another that needs attention. Given only a week after cleaning to a semi sparkling state I notice the need for another pass of the dust cloth. Reading, writing, some cooking and exercising to build strength for smoother movement are passions and acceptable tasks this boomer engages with ease. House cleaning is NOT on this bud’s list of joys to engage. Frustration was building as steadily as the layers of dust on the mantle. Then it occurred to me; I’m a sow’s ear! It is unreasonable that something for which I have never had a passion nor enjoyed would somehow miraculously emerge as a source of satisfaction at having accomplished. A silk purse I will not become and the sooner I accept that being a sow’s ear is perfectly logical and natural for me the better off I will be. Pursuant to that profound pondering we started investigating the cost of silk purses with built in propensities toward cleaning. At last, I can give up the notion of “must be” and live in the peace to “just be” how I’ve been so miraculously made!

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