Ironing

    
     I know it probably sounds crazy but I love ironing.  It gives me a chance to think and let my mind go where it needs to go.  The big bonus is that I end up with lovely clothes and a new look on things.  However, there is a down side.  Too much thinking gets me into trouble.  I over analyze and scrutinize every detail of my life.  This never leads me to good conclusions.  I always end up wishing that life was more like a dress.  Rip?  Sew it.  Wrinkle?  Iron it.  Stain?  Wash it.  Too worn to wear?  Toss it and find a new one.  Unfortunately we only have one life whether we like it or not.  It may not seem to fit or we may get tired of it but we are stuck.  (I guess that's the beauty of the idea of reincarnation; there's hope that the next life will fit you better.)  Overall, my life fits me very well.  Every now and then I want to add something to it, a little more color.  But sometimes, oh so rarely, I just want to re-make or maybe tailor a part of it.  But I don't have a big enough sewing machine.