What We Need Is Provided

Several years ago my husband and I went to Cyprus. It was an amazing trip, full of discoveries and surprises. One of those surprises was no washcloths in the hotel bathroom. Towels, yes. Washcloths, no.

The first day we walked along the sea, with shops and restaurants and street vendors, one of whom was selling sponges harvested from the Mediterranean. Of course, I bought one to serve as a washcloth! Ever since, that sponge has rested on the corner of my bathtub. I haven't used it since Cyprus. (I have washcloths.)

Last week, noticing how dry the sponge was, I threw it away with the realization that I what I need continues to be provided. I just don't need a sponge any more.

You write it: Are you clinging to some solution that worked in the past but is no longer needed?