Lately small things have seemed like metaphors for the bigger life picture.
I bought flowers at Trader Joe's. They were cheap. I felt like my life and my home needed a quick, cheap, pick-me-up. I do not know if I just bought a bad batch of flowers (is that possible?) or if it had to do with the temperature in my place during the day, but the bottom line is I came home yesterday to the most horrible rotting stench. It was the flowers. The one thing I had done to make my home a little nicer, in fact, made my home repulsive. As I threw away the flowers and tried to eradicate the foul smell from my house, I thought to myself: "This is probably a perfect metaphor for my life somehow, but I refuse to apply it."