So Typically Me
Since February, I’ve been trying to sell a twin bed with matching computer desk. I’ve advertised the set twice in the local paper, with no response other than salesmen trying to get me to advertise with them. I listed the set on Craig’s List, with photos, so that people could see that both pieces are in very good condition.
Finally, two days ago (April 24) someone called that didn’t have the feel of being a shyster or a salesman, he sounded like the real deal. So, I thought I would spiffy the bed and desk up a bit; to get it ready to be seen by a potential buyer. I was so happy; it had been two and a half months since I first started advertising to sell this set, and I really need it to sell.
First I cleaned the bed frame, made sure it wasn’t dusty, and then I started on the desk. There was a little discoloration on the top corner, no bigger than the palm of my hand, and it was not that noticeable, but I had to try to make it better. UH HUH! I knew that a scouring pad would be the answer to the problem. Rather than try to explain how it turned out, let me show you a before and after picture of the desk.
As you can see, I messed up the desk. I’m not kidding you, I’ve prayed daily for this furniture to sell, and now I’ve gone and done this very stupid thing. Every time I walk in that bedroom and see the result of what I’ve done I’m in disbelief. I was so mad at myself last night that I went in that room, gritting my teeth, and I told God in the most disgusted voice I could whisper in, that this is so typically me, SO TYPICALLY ME! And in the midst of my temper tantrum it hit me that this was the first time I’ve done anything so typically me since my mom passed away at the end of January. I’ve been trying hard to do everything differently because it hurt so badly losing her. But even though mom is gone and life will never be the same, I need to be me. And messing up that desk showed that no matter how hard I try to be different I’m still going to be, so typically me.
I wouldn’t sell that desk for anything now. I’ll keep it as a reminder that even though I’ve lost someone that I love dearly, my life has to continue on, and I’m still going to be who I instinctively am.
If you've ever done something that seemed like a good idea at the time, but then you find yourself asking, “What on earth was I thinking?” You’re not alone. But maybe it takes us doing things that we don’t understand in order to get to a place of understanding. I know that I will never look at my so typically me moments in a negative light ever again.
I'm ashamed to say that the bed and desk, that I've been desperately trying to sell, belonged to my mom. I can't stand looking at them. The discoloration on the desk was likely caused from the heat of her ceramic coffee mug that she sat there every morning. What was once something that I couldn't wait to get rid of, has now become something that I will treasure.
Mom's Winter Passing
- Mom's Winter Passing
When a loved one is terminally ill, time is precious, and when they pass away, their memories are an irreplaceable gift.