I think, sometimes, I over-complicate things

Take a broom, for example.

There's a saying that goes something like this:

Have only things in your home that are useful

and that you believe to be beautiful.

I said 'something like this' 

because I know that's not the quote exactly

but you get the point...

Now, 

I would post a picture of my broom,

but ya'll would all feel so sorry for me,

I'd have brooms arriving in the mail

and via UPS 

left and right.

It's a cheap-o broom to begin with

and it's broken

- in more than one spot -

and duct taped together.

(but only in one spot)

And  it's been re-duct taped.....

But.

It still works

decently.

But it certainly isn't what anyone would believe to be beautiful....

And this is where it  gets complicated.

I can afford to buy a nice broom.

A pretty broom, even.

But is it really necessary?

I can, after all, sweep the floor just fine

with my broken to bits broom.

Would I enjoy the feel of a nice bamboo handle while I sweep?

And would the swish of sorghum grass hitting my floor 

make the task more pleasant?

Sure. Most likely.

But does that really matter??

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And take jars.

I have this one perfect jar

that TJ found a couple of months ago.

It was buried out by the old building he tore down for us.

I loved it the moment I saw it - still caked in dirt.

Tyler laughed at me yesterday when I told him

I'd be sad when it was empty.

I'd just used the second-to-the-last 1/2 c. of honey left in it.

"Can't you just refill it?" He asked.

Of course I can.

But it seems a little silly 

to pour honey from one perfectly good

- but not perfect -

jar

into another,

simply because the one jar makes my heart sing a bit

 when I see it,

doesn't it??

I think,

sometimes,

I over-complicate things.