I've written before about how life provides its own metaphors.
I've had the perfect metaphor staring me in the face for months.
Well, maybe not staring me in the face. Sitting in my backyard, actually.
That damn hole!
It's the perfect metaphor for what's been wrong with me!
And now I'm in too good of a mood to capitalize on my newfound insight!
And I've also forgotten how to use paragraphs!
And I'm going to stop now!