some people’s trash . . .

is just trash!

Last night I was poking around in my office and I stumbled on my professional wedding photo album I had stashed in a desk cabinet for whatever reason; it’s been there ever since I moved in. I quickly flipped through the photos and I didn’t even know the girl, and certainly not the guy, in the photos anymore. Nothing about that period in my life feels natural anymore, it seems more and more like a bad dream than anything these days.
Without another thought, I grabbed a trash bag, and tossed the book in. Then, I tied it up and threw it down my trash chute, along with my banana peels, cat litter and yogurt cartons.
Now, today, all I can think about is another wedding album, a scrapbook I put together myself, that is suddenly burning a hole in my closet. As soon as I get home tonight, I am really looking forward to digging that out and trashing it in the same manner as well!
 Out with the old, in with the new!

Speak Your Mind


%d bloggers like this: