Taking out the trash

It's Friday...trash day. I've gathered up the garbage from the bathroom, the kitchen, the yard....it's time to take it out. There is a sense of urgency because I think I hear the truck and if I miss it, the trash bags will have to sit in my garage and stink up the place until Tuesday...and that just can't happen, yuk! Actually, I started thinking about gathering up the trash last night hoping that I remembered this morning. It made me think about the fact that four of the seven days of the week I think about taking out the trash.

It made me wonder about emotional garbage. How much time to spend thinking about that? Most likely at least every day. We let it control us, occupy our every waking moment. Would life be better if once a week we intentionally thought about getting rid of the emotional junk that we don't need? And how do we get rid of it? Or maybe we just let it pile up for weeks without a thought. Man, it really does get ripe when we don't deal with it. Maybe at least once a week I should put all that rotten thinking and emotional stuff on an old paper towel, put it in with the potato peels and set it next to the curb with all the tangible junk. Each day is new even if the junk lingers. We get a brand new day to deal with it maybe in a new way - a more productive way. We get to choose not to be the victim of the junk.

Don't think I'm being trite, just try it once. Try writing down your biggest piece of trash and physically put in the kitchen garbage and leave it there. For added effect, watch the garbage man drive away with it :)