An unusual confession: I've been struggling with obsessive thoughts lately. A part of me thinks it's diet related. Another part of me just wants to drown the thoughts with sugar and other forms of self-sabotage.
But as I was adjusting the frame on a piece of art I'm about to hang, something happened. The thoughts began to lift, and the process was observably quick. I have a few theories:
- God helped.
- The phase passed naturally.
- I had eaten the right thing, or refrained from eating the wrong thing for an adequate amount of time.
- The piece of art I was adjusting has magical properties.
Whatever it is, the whole thing suddenly became a metaphor that the piece of art represents.
And now, the piece of art might be the most valuable thing I own.
