I had been shoving things into my kitchen dustbin for 2 days over a long weekend. I pushed down hard each time. Every item that went in I noted would be the last thing that would fit. But lo and behold, the old cow of a dustbin was a dark horse. She had lots more capacity for crap than I had given her credit for. She had a BIG Inbox for rubbish. I was happy.
She got me thinking:
Isn’t it amazing how much crap (aka bullshit) we accept?
Isn’t it funny how much shit we think we’re made to take?
Isn’t it fascinating how much grime, dust, dirt and other people’s nonsense we’re open to receiving?
Isn’t it interesting how we take more and more and more and more pushing when we’re already sick of it?
When Monday afternoon rolled around, I knew that there were only a couple more hours to go before the long weekend was over.
My dustbin was acting up. Big time. The cow was getting cocky. Pushing back at me. I tried a pizza box, but she resisted. I tried something more eco and diet friendly, but she wasn’t accepting the old tofu (don’t ask!) either. Stupid tart!
Again, she got me thinking:
Isn’t it amazing how our tolerance for crap (aka bullshit) decreases as time goes on?
Isn’t it true that our capacity for rubbish shrinks with time?
Isn’t it beautiful how much grime, dust, dirt and other people’s issues we just close off to?
Isn’t it magical how we simply take less and less and less pushing when we’ve had enough?
I decided to deal with the rebellious dustbin in the old fashioned way: I decided to ignore her. I left her to deal with her own “issues” of boundaries, self-worth, value, dignity. I knew better than to mess with a cow who has had enough!
Allow me to wish you strength in dealing with your own capacity for bullshit too. It’s a dirty business, but let’s face it, the more shit you take, the more shit you will get. Only YOU can decide when enough is really enough and when is the moment you decide to cancel your subscription to the circus casting call.
Aluta continua, as they say. The road to calling that “end” is often a tad too long…
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