One of the streets I drive down everyday has a mattress store.
It’s pretty run down. I think they sell overstock mattresses and from the looks of it from the outside, maybe even a few used ones at a bargain price. (yeah, they put mattresses on the outside every morning)
I’ve never seen a car in the parking lot or anyone carrying a mattress out.
But last week I did see some action.
I saw a guy painting the front door frame a very bright shade of blue.
Reaching into my cache of paint knowledge, I know that a very bright shade of blue takes a bunch of coats in order to make it solid blue. Probably six.
So with the drying time in between, we’re talking a full day to get this door frame from white to blue.
So the door frame now bright blue.
And still haven’t seen any cars in the parking lot or anyone carrying a mattress out.
It turns out a blue door frame wasn’t the key.
This seems so obvious. You and I could probably list out a hundred other things that would help the failing mattress store more than a blue door frame.
And yet, metaphorically, when it comes to ourselves…why are we so hopeful and eager and insistent on re-painting the door frame?
And what are the hundred other, more helpful things?
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