Thank you!Originally Posted by Tasha
I had 0.45 in one of my checking accounts, a service fee of $1 went through and I ended up being overdrawn by 0.55. I thought, "No big deal, I'm only overdrawn by 0.55. Lo and behold, just a couple of days later, I ended up being overdrawn by roughly $35! I put a dollar in that checking account and asked my Bank to reverse the roughly $35 overdraft. I was told the overdraft would be reversed. I am STILL overdrawn by roughly $35. I REALLY should have just deposited a $1 the same or next day that the $1 service fee went through. :/Originally Posted by smurgerburger
This was a useful & interesting anecdote! It reminded me of a short story I once read called Watching Paint Dry. For your reading pleasure I have posting it below.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when Julia decided to repaint her bedroom. She had chosen a serene shade of blue, aptly named "Ocean Breeze," hoping it would bring a sense of calm to her hectic life. The walls, once a dull beige, were now being transformed by smooth, even strokes of her paintbrush.
With the last brushstroke completed, Julia stood back to admire her work. Satisfied with the even coat, she decided to take a break and let the paint dry. She settled into her favorite armchair by the window, a cup of chamomile tea in hand, and prepared for what she thought would be a mundane wait.
But as she gazed at the freshly painted walls, something unexpected happened. The gentle breeze flowing through the open window began to play with the wet paint, creating tiny ripples and waves that shimmered in the afternoon light. Julia leaned forward, intrigued by the subtle movement. It was as if the walls were alive, breathing softly.
As minutes turned into hours, Julia found herself mesmerized by the slow, almost imperceptible changes taking place before her eyes. The paint began to settle and dry, and she noticed the way the light shifted across the surface, highlighting different textures and patterns. She watched as the once wet and glossy paint transformed into a smooth, matte finish, the color deepening and richening with every passing moment.
Julia's mind began to wander. She thought about how often she had rushed through life, missing the beauty in the small, everyday moments. Watching the paint dry, she realized, was a metaphor for patience and mindfulness. It was about finding joy in the process, not just the end result.
She sipped her tea, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She noticed the way the paint had settled into the tiny imperfections of the wall, giving it character and depth. She thought about how those imperfections were much like the ones in her own life—flaws that made her unique and beautiful.
By the time the paint had dried completely, the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Julia stood up and stretched, feeling a renewed sense of calm and contentment. She had set out to change the color of her walls, but in the process, she had discovered something much more profound.
Watching paint dry had taught her the value of slowing down, of being present in the moment. It had shown her that beauty could be found in the most unexpected places, if only she took the time to look. As she turned off the light and headed to bed, Julia knew that she would carry this newfound sense of mindfulness with her, long after the paint had dried.
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