- My trusty old couch
It was finally time after almost ten years, for me to part ways with my trusty old office couch. It was beautiful and comfy, but badly soiled and worn, as you can see, after being the repository for thousands of hours of client's struggles and triumphs. Oh, the stories this tired old couch had heard!
I'd spent months noticing how the cushions were getting more frayed and soiled, obsessing about whether I should have it re-upholstered, (and how would I ever do that?), or to just let it go, hopefully to a new home. Back and forth, decided and undecided I remained for months and months. Now the issue was less about the condition of the couch but my lack of confidence about the "right" decision!
I finally pulled the trigger, after days of measuring and re-measuring, (I'd bought a couch in the past I had to return because they couldn't get it in the door!) I found what I thought was a perfect replacement and made plans for the Salvation Army to pick up the old couch. Before they arrived I was caught in yet another wave of self doubt: Did I measure correctly? Would it fit? Would the new one match or be comfortable enough? Did I really do my homework diligently about all this? Was it fair to just discard a couch that had served my clients and me so faithfully? (Does this kind of self-doubt feel familiar to you?) After several agonizing hours I decided to try to trust my perceptions and diligence, and move forward. Unfortunately, I wasn't rewarded for the moment of decisiveness when the Salvation Army rejected the donation - "too worn." With the new one arriving the next day, should I keep the old couch if I had nowhere else to put it? More indecision, and I'm the therapist?
I finally broke the bad trance, deciding this issue wasn't about world peace, and that I should try to trust my perceptions, as I'm usually a very thorough person. Worst case scenario, I'd have two couches, one parked in the waiting room, and a new one in my office. I put a "free couch" sign on the old one, and within an hour a mother took down my number, exclaiming how perfect this old couch would be for her son who was moving into his own apartment. He wouldn't be put off by the optics of it, but would love the functionality, especially since it was a full size sleeper as well. Long story short, the new couch arrived the next day, fit perfectly in my office and looks beautiful, and the kid came the next day to pick up his new treasure.
I can only guess what fun he and his roommates will have, throwing down beers, imagining the therapy dramas his new couch holds. Hopefully, he won't doubt his own decision to give the old girl a new home just because she's a little worn out. And hopefully, next time I won't invite the curse of self doubt into what could be an exciting decision. Maybe? Maybe not.......
