This old chair has sat out beside my barn for about the past year. Previously it had performed duty as a sitting apparatus on the deck of our cabin. After Doakes the dog drug it about a mile down the road and through the woods tied to the end of his leash it wound up looking like this. My intention has been to fix it by replacing the missing and broken boards before gluing it back together. Every time I looked at this darn chair I got a small knot in my stomach because I realized it was about #97 on my long list of things to do. Then it hit me: this darn chair is a monkey on my back and I'm the one who put it there! Once I realized what I'd done to myself it didn't take long to decide this chair was toast. As a result, it ended up as a Christmas star at the top of a blazing campfire about 2 weeks ago.
On one hand I hated destroying what had previously been such a nice chair, but the good feeling of removing the monkey off my back made up for the bad feeling of the reducing the chair to ashes. An example of having your priorities in the proper order.
I'll keep you posted on an further monkey removals.
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