Today I threw something in the trash. I stopped to think about what day it was. I realize that some of my life is built around trash day. I see the canister getting fuller as the week goes by and it is such a great feeling to come home to an empty trashcan, knowing that someone took it all away. The week can begin anew.
I started thinking about where we go for trash day in our internal lives. In living we generate trash around the house in the form of discarded packaging, dirt and dust. I believe we do the same in our internal lives as well. Living is mess. So where do we go to dump the mess in our internal lives on a consistent basis? The Catholics may have been on to something with confession, by allowing the priest to be the garbage collector, and admitting how long it has been since the last time you took out the trash.
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