Here’s a specific example of my dilemma. I came across a winter coat of my husband’s. This is about the third season that I’ve pondered what to do with this perfectly good coat with its perfectly broken zipper. Other years I’ve put it back in the closet. but this year, no, no, no, it’s out, out, out. Ah, but the possibilities are endless. I could replace the zipper myself, or pay a fortune to have a tailor put in a new one. I could pin a “BROKEN ZIPPER” sign on it and give it to Good Will or the church rummage sale. I could throw it away, god forbid. So many decisions. Not simple.
Thankfully my daughter, who is visiting, has come to my rescue with another possibility. She is going to take it with her when she leaves tomorrow, and ‘deal appropriately’. Although this feels a little like a cop-out on my part, it also satisfies my longing for simplicity.