I felt the need to dust my desk this morning when I got to work.
Don't ask me why.
Maybe I'm nesting.
Maybe I'm just tired of sneezing at work all of the time.
Not the point.
The point is that I found something on my desk that made me think.
A gift from someone that I used to call my friend.
My first instinct was to throw it away.
Or give it away.
But I like it.
It was a thoughtful gift.
Something I am known to collect.
But it evokes hurt feelings.
I probably shouldn't keep it.
It is still sitting on my desk.
Trying to convince me that it shouldn't be punished for the choices of others.
I'm not convinced...yet.