Insert metaphor here
We just put a new bed in our bedroom.
It’s huge. Too big for the room, by far. It’s one of those beds that’s built out of logs, capturing the rustic look of high-class Wyoming culture, and it was handed down to us by my grandmother, making it a true heirloom.
I’m thrilled to have it. It’s beautiful. But I’m not used to it yet.
In the three days we’ve put it together, I’ve slammed my knee into the corner bed post six times. I look at the bed, I gauge my distance, I turn the corner, and without fail I STILL slam into it. It’s really not fair. The new bed is better in nearly every way, but I still curse it twice a day.
There’s a metaphor for change in there somewhere. You guys figure it out. I’m too busy icing my knee.