i heard the rumbling of the garbage trucks as they turned the corner to my street this morning… it’s always an uneasy feeling… i weigh out my time and consider getting out of my cozy bed to run downstairs and pull out my garbage can that i’ve forgotten to put out again last night. every week it’s the same thing. you’d think learning should be an easy process… but sometimes i find i’m so good at avoiding the lessons to be learnt – call it lazy or call it diabolically manipulating my own mind into believing i can make do until the next pick up. every time i come downstairs after i’ve decided to sleep in another 20 minutes, not any more refreshed than i would be if i had just gotten up and sprinted down to take out the trash, and find a dirty can of garbage laughing at me. again it won the battle. again i should have learnt my lesson. and again and again i continue on the same hamster wheel going nowhere fast. so annoyed with myself.
our responsibilities – our actions and reactions, the things we are accountable for, the things we have to take charge of, the people and beings that depend on us… we have to take it all into account. it’s almost like we need some sort of management system to install into our lives so that we can prioritize our thoughts and actions, label and tag them to ensure that we don’t forget or lose the scrap piece of paper we’ve written on. we have all of these responsibilities that start to continue to pile up like my friendly garbage can. pay bills, keep in touch with friends and family, business matters, cleaning your house, cleaning your car, doing your banking, grocery shop… mix these things up with stimulating your mind, work and play and the can is full more than twice a week – there has to be a logical flow of routine that can help alleviate the overflow. as we grow, our responsibilities grow with us. we have to re-evaluate what we can fit into our day to day and determine what frills we will indulge ourselves with. all the excess, all the garbage that surrounds us… we have to throw that out. figure out what your trash is, bag it up and take it out. don’t let it sit there just because you are too afraid or attached or lazy to take it out. find a way to take it out of the kitchen of your lives so that you can fully detach any attachments you have – get rid of it for good.
it’s only friday night and my trash pick up is on tuesday. my garbage can is already eagerly awaiting the sidewalk sleep that is only three nights away. ready and waiting. and i am ever so slightly less annoyed with myself.