It was there.
I saw it.
Fully visible.
Large enough.
I held it between my fingers.
Just a little afraid of hitting my thumb.
Just a matter of hitting it clean.
Drilling it into the surface.
Make it stick.
Enough to hang something substantial on.
Call it a metaphor if you like.
That's how I went through 2007.
And most every year before that.
Hammering away at that nail. As hard as I could.
Right on target.
Smack.
Wrong tool.
Always the wrong tool.
That's me.
Not always properly equipped.
Badly prepared.
Picking the wrong tool for the right job.
Symptomatic.
If I had a hammer.
If only.
Maybe the problem isn't a nail?
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