In the long run,we shake out lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. — Eleanor Roosevelt
My favorite tool for creating shape is a familiar pair of scissors. I would welcome a pair of scissors that could trim out clutter, tiresome relationships, and ill-conceived ventures. Maybe I need to do some shaking out first. I can let loose of useless perspectives and meaningless habits. I can be selective about companionship. Then I am going shopping for new scissors.