I bought a quilt wall hanging at a church Christmas bazaar. It's colorful and flowery. It's beautiful. I love it. Now what am i going to do with it?
For the moment, it's my winter flower garden in the living room. But i so-o-o don't need any more stuff. This is the stress of desire.
I saw the little quilt. Pleasant. I bought it. Pleasant. And now what? (Unpleasant.) Not knowing is stressful. Not wanting clutter is stressful. Wanting and not wanting. (Stressful.)
Maybe i'll go to the living room and smile when i look at it.