Monday, April 16, 2012
Junk in the Trunk
Junk in the Trunk. This phrase has been on my mind today. So odd how random phrases get stuck in my head sometimes. Perhaps this phrase came to me as I reflected on the impending bathing suit season and the rear end I have amassed after a daily handful (or so) of peanut M&Ms over the last month.
That's probably where this thought started.
But lets think in other directions, shall we?
My children and I cleaned out bedrooms, closets, and drawers over the weekend and hauled many bags of junk to Goodwill. If only we could unload the junk of our thoughts so easily.
What kinds of junk do you carry in your trunk? My list includes an array of past failures, embarrassing moments from over forty years of living, boyfriends I wish I'd never even met, a long list of things I should have done by now, and mean things some girl said to me on the bus in third grade.
Like my son's lacrosse bag that I do indeed haul around in my trunk, this junk can really stink up my air. The key is not to let it stink up my life for good. I've got to remind myself that junk can be thrown out and most bad stinks will disappear with a good cleaning, air, sunlight, and a strong shot of Lysol. I've either got to do the work to air out the bad smells or simply ... let that junk go. Leave it down at the thrift store. Throw it into the trash.
Life is just too short and beautiful to drive around town with junk in my trunk and I'm working really hard to leave it all at the curb. You are welcome to drop yours off at the same location.
As for the collages you've been viewing?
All pieces from the good junk of my life - my paper and trash stash!