Buckle up, because I'm about to deliver an analogy that any Southern Youth Pastor would be proud of...
Meet the main character of this story: The Couch
In 2015, The Couch came into my life when my husband and I moved into our first apartment. Naturally, it was purchased at a local thrift shop for less than $100. To this day, I have no idea how old this beast is, but The Couch is comfortable, well made, and HEAVY.
There is no cleaning the cover, or flipping the cushions, or disassembling for a move. The Couch is an absolute unit of comfort. As such, we became quickly attached to it. The Couch has lived (and moved) with us across 4 homes and 3 states. The couch has held 5 animals and one disgusting toddler. The damn thing is literally incapable of being damaged.
In 2020, we moved into our home. Suddenly The Couch was no longer the centerpiece in a 700 square foot condo, but could barely hold our family adequately in the three-story house.
So we did what any family with abnormal feelings for inanimate objects does, and we put it in the basement. It graduated from "The Couch" to "The Dog Couch." A new era was born.
Once again, over the last three years it served us well. While the giant Ikea couch seemed to terrify the greyhounds, The Dog Couch provided a safe space for them to spoon.
Which brings us to now.
All good things come to an end, and over the last year we have come to accept that The Dog Couch takes up too much space to function as a glorified dog bed. Alas, my kid wants a train table, and Christmas is coming. So this weekend, after 8 faithful years, The Couch was booted out of the family home.
Y'all ready for this analogy?
The Couch was great for a little while but eventually became something we held on to despite it how much easier it would have been to move without it.
I wasn't happy with The Couch but was complacent enough to keep it on standby, taking up space in my life.
The Couch was (literally) heavy and damaged several things in the process of getting rid of it.
The Couch once served our life well and no longer did.
So what represents The Couch for you?
What is it in your life that needs to be let go?
A relationship? A habit? A regret?
It's heavy, it's damaging, it's taking up space.
It's time to let that shit go.