Curbside Pickup

I had a cool dream last night.

I dreamed that I was hauling around all this stuff that wasn't even mine. Across streets, up stairs, down hallways, all for no reason at all. I just felt compelled to lug it around. And none of it was mine!

Finally it dawned on me that I could just leave it on the curb with a "free" sign, and other people would take it. If they didn't want it, the garbage truck would pick it up off the curb and take it away.

This is my life. I have hauled around all kinds of baggage for so many years, and most of it has nothing whatsoever to do with me. Maybe it's my dad's, or an old boyfriend's. Perhaps it's that idiot boy who lived in my apartment building in Heidelberg. Or that stupid professor or bishop who said that incredibly rude thing to me that he has long since forgotten but which I refuse to.

What if I just left it all on the curb and walked away? I could fly across that street, up those stairs, and down the hallway. What wonders would be waiting inside if I weren't weighed down by everyone else's garbage?