Happily Ever After

Once upon a time there was a happy paper artist named Beth. She lived in a humble-sized condo, with a fabulous art studio. It was filled with lots of goodies, and had fabulous storage space.

Then, one day while Beth was pulling out a bottom drawer, the drawer above came tumbling down. "Oh, shoot," she said. "I better fix this so Donnie doesn't know what I did." Well, no matter what she did another drawer would fall. And then another and another. "Oh brother, I wonder how I created this problem" she muttered to herself. She didn't know if she should be angry, or worried. So, two days later she gathered enough strength to tell her dear Donnie. "Donnie" she said in a low voice, "somehow my drawers to my unit in the studio fell apart." Quick as a jack rabbit, Donnie ran into the room and tried to fix the problem. After some time, he decided he needed to call the carpenter who built this massive unit, complete with 4' x 4' drawers and 12" x 8" storage compartments. With broken drawers, Beth continued to work in the studio all through the Christmas holidays, when all of a sudden, the carpenter called to say he was coming out. "Great" she thought, "when I get back from teaching my card class, my drawers will be back in place." With an excited skip in her feet, she bounded up the stairs...

and this is what she saw. Just like in the movies, she arrived just in time to hear the carpenter say, "well, I can't figure out the problem. After adding in these re-enforcements, the drawers should go in smoothly." Beth's heart sank. As she listened to "..but I promise to make new drawers if securing the unit doesn't do the trick in a couple of days" she grew weary.

Looking around the room, she was convinced her problem would never get solved. Beth even went so far as to tell herself that building the storage unit was the biggest mistake of her life. Being under renovations for almost three years was finally getting to her. Her blood pressure was already high (note to Beth--get to the doctor) for months, and this just made things worse.

As she looked around the two rooms, she felt sadness. Then she saw Donnie's disappointment because he thought he made things worse, instead of better. It was at that instant in seeing Donnie's sad face, that Beth felt like the Christmas grinch. All of a sudden her blood pressure dropped and her heart grew two sizes that night. She knew that it may be a week before she could create again, but decided that it really was a small thing to get in a tither about. "This really is a silly thing to get upset about." So, putting all things into perspective, she realized it was just another stone in the roadway of life. Her worries about losing readers because she wasn't getting cards posted was put behind her. She decided that blog candy would be posted on Thursday, which would carry her through until she could make, and post, cards once again.

The end.