The Parable of the Pillow

Once upon a time....
I got a pillow. And at the time I got this pillow I thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. It was soft, and supported my head..and well made sleeping wonderful. Well after three years, this pillow was not quite what I had once remembered it being. It was hard, I had to cater to it in order to be comfortable. It gave me headaches, and kept me up at night, it didn't give me the support I needed in order to get some much needed sleep. So, I decided to look for a new pillow.
So, off I went in search of something wonderful. The perfect pillow. It had to be soft, supportive, and most importantly it had to be...well like my other pillow had "originally" been. It was interesting searching for a pillow- each claimed to be great for this type of person or for another. There were even some pillows that were for all types of sleepers...I thought about this (probably too long), and kept looking. Finally I was resigned to the fact that I should just get the same pillow as I had before and resign myself to the fact that it would be well the pattern that I have managed to follow for as long as I can remember. Just as I was heading for that particular pillow dispensary area, I happened to glance at a different type of pillow. One that didn't claim to be good for everyone, or for someone specific either. It was just a pillow. It wasn't fancy- not expensive, just plain white. So I took a chance, put it in my shopping cart and then took it on home. Now I am a firm believer that this pillow is different- first of all I have the other one to compare it to. But this new pillow is also filled with different "stuff" than the other- which leads me to conclude that it will be different. And who knows maybe this pillow will be the one. The one that gets more comfortable with age instead of more blah....

Now, all of you may be wondering why I have told you about my new pillow purchase. But I had an epiphany- tied to the silly thing. Maybe its time to try something different. Time to venture out from the previous models, and move on with a new one that fits me as who I am now, and not who I was three years ago, or five years ago, or when I was a silly sixteen year old girl. Maybe its time I broke my own pattern....Maybe....