I missed garbage day again. This seems to be a reoccurring habit of mine at least once a month. It tells me that life has not yet reached a
routine that I have easily adopted. Or,
maybe it tells me that I am not convinced that taking out the garbage is my
household responsibility. Yet, very possibly,
I am simply preoccupied. I have to trust
that at some point garbage day will earn back its tradition in our home. I can’t expect that all changes related to
loss will be learned within a certain time frame; some lessons take longer than others.
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