Stitch in the Gash
According to Dr. Pauly, I think I owe everyone who commented on this blog yesterday a dollar. Transfers available via Titan or Noble.
It's a rainy, dreary Sunday in Minneapolis today. The kind of day where you have a million things to do because you're selling your house, but have no motivation to do any of the work. Instead, you watch the National Heads-Up Poker Championship on NBC, play a little online pokah, and wait for the Twins game to start.
Getting a house that you've lived in for ten years ready to sell is a lot of work. Especially when you really haven't done a ton of home improvements in those ten years. Besides poker, my life has consisted of stripping, scraping, painting, more painting, sanding, painting, drywalling, mudding, taping, oh...more painting.
Our house is a cute little stucco tudor located in the city, and I never really thought of putting much work into it, because it's always been in pretty good shape...
Until the listing realtor came over and told me everything that's wrong with the place and what needs to be fixed now, otherwise she won't sell it. The list is longer than a Kenneth Lay indictment.
This isn't another stitch in the gash post. I'm not whining. It's just eye-opening, the little things that you don't realize are wrong with something when you've been around it awhile. You become sort of blind to it. In the back of your mind, you know that problems are there, but they're so easy to ignore, you just walk by them everyday with blinders on.
I think this concept can carry over to other areas of life, whether it be your marriage, the work you do, the relationship you have with your kids, your friendships, hell, even your poker game.
While we're all looking for holes in our poker game (and we all are), we should also try to find the holes in our everyday life.
And figure out how to put a stitch in it.