Sticking close vs. Letting Go

I have a love/hate relationship with super glue. I'm not questioning its effectiveness. I have used it in the past to hold together oodles of items, including the soles of shoes at times. Most recently I used it to repair a pair of broken sunglasses. The sunglasses were cheapies, but I'm attached to them. And smack dab in the middle of a baseball winning streak, I stepped on them and broke them into two pieces. "Gotta find some super glue," I told my assistant coach, "we can't mess with a win streak." The line came from a movie but everybody knows you don't change things during a win streak, underwear nothwithstanding. I've had those same sunglasses for about three years as best I can remember. If my memory serves me correctly, I paid three dollars for them. And they held up well until I stepped on them. "Coach, where are the sunglasses?" one of my players asked at practice that day. "No fear," I said, "I will find some super glue." Later that night I found some at home and set to work on my treasured shades. When I finished, they were a little whoppy-jawed and some of the super glue ran onto the lens, but they were intact and re-ready for action. I showed up the next day with my sunglasses and the win streak both intact. I have a perfectly good pair of replacment shades primed and ready for action, but they will wait in the wings as the first runner-up until the winner can no longer perform its duties. So why am I not a huge fan of super glue if it continually pulls me out of binds? Simple: I can't handle the stuff without getting it stuck on my fingers. And yes, I've accidentally glued my fingers together before, like many of you have, though few are willing to admit it. There are few sensations more irritating or distracting than super glue stuck to your personal self in some manner, especially your fingers. No amount of scrubbing with soap, water, and/or alcohol can rid me of the nuisance. Sometimes you gotta wait it out. Eventually the dead skin is replaced by a new layer and the super glue nemesis fades into oblivion. You wake up one day and the sensation is gone, but the new layer of skin is tougher than the last. I'm no theologian but I think there may be some sort of lesson in all this sunglasses and super glue mumbo jumbo. Sometimes we have to let go of things we are attached to. And other times we have to use everything at our disposal to repair the damage. The trick is knowing whether or not to open the super glue and risk becoming sticky and messy. Letting go can be painful but liberating. Conversely, enduring sticky situations can leave us tougher and stronger and more bonded than we were before. Life can't be fixed. Sometimes the best thing we can do is weather the storm and let it take its course. But there's also something to be said for resisting with all your might and all your resources when the storm's effects can be minimized. So where does that leave my sunglasses? For now, they're still on my head, stuck to my eyebrow.