I have an odd affinity for wooden boxes.
I have some nice ones, too. Some are old and ornate, some are not so old and plain, but they hold my treasures. I keep all sorts of mementos in a couple of them but most of them are empty.
Well, not quite. The biggest one holds my hopes and dreams.
Today I’ve decided to designate one of my beautiful wooden boxes as my troubles box. It’s Saturday morning and I’m going to dump all my troubles in that box for the weekend.
I’ll take them out one at a time next week as I need to deal with them.
Is that silly? I think it’s brilliant.