Taking out the trash

Friday is trash day in my neighborhood. One day a week, every week, that big green truck rumbles down the 7-mile gravel road to collect the things we no longer need. The hydraulic arm whistles and the engine rumbles as a weeks worth of trash, excess debris, abandoned and disregarded items are transferred from the dumpster to the truck and then on down the road to the county landfill. Just like that, the oddments of our lives are gone.

I have been a packrat most of my life. There are things I have that once served a very valuable purpose, but they no longer really do. Yet I hold onto them anyway. There may be a day when I need that one particular thing even though I have not even thought of it for years. I just know, the day I throw it out, the next day I will need it.

I am working on changing that. I don’t need to hold onto those things anymore. Except for those with the highest sentimental value and of course some of those clothes that if you wait long enough, they will be back in style.

I have even been cleaning off my desk on a regular basis. Prompted by Kevin’s urging, but also in my own effort to keep a clutter free work space. Clutter in the physical environment can create clutter in the emotional well being of a person, too. So say the experts, which of course I am not.

Life is too short, my friend Lurechi posted on this blog. And I agree. Life is too short to be worried about the clutter, excess debris and disregarded items of our lives. And with recent developments in my life, one of them was learning about my melanoma, I am constantly reminded to live in the moment, and don’t sweat the small stuff, don't look back and keep looking forward. Even the stuff that stinks today will dissipate and be just a memory tomorrow.

It is Friday. I have taken out the trash. The sun is shining and as JavaQueen says, I plan to go out and enjoy.

Laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.
Have a great weekend.

Peace.