Take out the trash, Cassandra.

“How are you doing”.

I was too tired to do the usual fine bit. Told sis I was tired. Tired. Tired. Realized I had been in bed all morning. Lights out. Moody.

I was going on and on and on about my need to take out the trash. I had been listening to lazy who was just too darned lazy to help me drag out now THREE bags of trash.

I was tired of having to move one, then two, now three bags of trash all around the kitchen to do meal prep and fill the dishwasher.

Lazy kept wooing me to be lazy and commiserated with me on how long and hard I had been working. Foolishness joined in with foolishness about waiting until break or lunch or a day off to do it. Even Ridiculous thought that was a ridiculous idea stating I should do it on Monday and stop whining about it already! Sheesh told everyone to shut up and headed towards some shoes to take out the dumb garbage already!

Sheesh!

Pout stormed her way to the light switch and angrily flipped it on.

Hey?! Light switch reminded folk who kept things bright around here and promptly dimmed her switch to let folk know what time it is.

Clock cracked THE dumbest joke about time that was soooooooo bad I don’t even have time to tell you about it.

😂

Seeing as how none of them would leave me be I made my way to the dumpster releasing aforementioned trash whither it had belongeth this whole time.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day. I enjoyed the sun and took an extra turn to get some exercise. Huffing a bit, my lungs said a quick thank you. My heart also commended my fe for keeping up such a brisk pace. My arms, feeling left out, put her hands on my hips and asked one of my feet to tap a bit to show her annoyance…lol.

A good time was had by all. Garbage out. Fresh air breathed in.

Ah.

Aha!

I realized sometimes you just have to take out the trash no matter how much life may be hurting at the moment.

All procrastinating did was give me less room to maneuver and more work to do in the end.

How about THAT for a moral to a story?

sad but satisfied,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Turn on the lights, beloveds. Take out the trash. Breathe in the fresh air. Yes, you may have and may yet well be taking several blows. Get on up. Turn on the lights. Acknowledge your sad. Then take sad with you to take out the trash. I love me some you. Be encouraged.

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