Works for Me Wednesday: Not Fighting It

This is so small and silly that I’m almost embarrassed to post it. But it goes to show that sometimes it really is the little things that make a difference, and it’s nothing if not a lesson in battle-picking.

 

We had a towel bar in the bathroom. We had a lot of towels in the bathroom. In the four months we’ve lived in this apartment, said towels made it onto said towel bar maybe three times. Instead, they were slung over open doors, heaped on the toilet seat, left in sodden puddles on the bathroom floor.

 

We’d never had this problem in the other apartment (where there were hooks on the back of the bathroom door) and it seemed absurd to me that the simple act of folding a wet towel and sliding it over the flippin’ bar could be such a deal breaker.

 

So I fought it. I picked up towel after soggy towel, folding and grumbling and letting the resentment grow, until the other day—literally, the other day, after four months of taking this stupid towel bar as my lot in life—it occurred to me that I could go buy some hooks and replace the blasted thing.

 

So I did.

 

Know what?

 

It worked.

 

There’s a lesson here somewhere about the inanity of being annoyed about something without taking steps to change it, about the futility of constantly swimming against the tide. I could probably apply it to other areas of my life—I’ll probably try to—but for now, I’m just happy not to be climbing over a mountain of soggy terry cloth to get to the sink.

 

And that works for me.