I unplugged a lamp today. That may not seem significant, and in the grand scheme of things, it isn't. And yet, for me it seems like an accomplishment (of sorts), but also a lead-in to disappointment and introspection.
This particular lamp hasn't worked for several years now. I tried replacing the bulb, but that fixed nothing. The outlet for the lamp is behind a dresser (the lamp sits on the dresser), making it difficult to access the outlet...or so I thought. For some time (years, now) I had thought that the only reasonable way to reach the outlet would be to crawl under my desk (which is next to the dresser). This seemed like a lot of work, as it would require clearing away various items that I have placed under my desk (it was a convenient place to put them).
Earlier today I really looked at the problem. Even if I did crawl under my desk, I'm not sure I would be able to reach the outlet. However, if I moved some of the stuff on top of my dresser over, I might be able to reach the outlet. And I was.
Here is a task I have been delaying for years. It was accomplished with not even ten minutes of moving things around and actually trying.
How many times have I given up before I even started? Looked at something, only to walk away, reasoning that it would be too difficult? How much could I have accomplished, if I had steeled my resolve and actually tried? How different would my life be now?
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