Taking Crap from Other People

My bike is olive green, and apropos of this, his name is Oliver.  I bought him about two years ago, and it was one of the best purchases I’ve ever made.  Suddenly, ho-hum commutes became joy rides, and parking anywhere in the city was a breeze.  He even has a quaint little basket.  See.

Oliver.

Oliver, fall 2011.

The problem is that more times than I can count, someone uses my basket as his or her personal garbage receptacle.  (9 times out of 10 the trash is from Dunkin Donuts; I’m just reporting the facts here).  It happened this morning, while I was at Equinox taking a Long & Lean fitness class with bright light and big OG supporter Lauren Hefez, and the ire prompted this tweet.

Grrr, I was mad.

Grrr, I was mad.

Arriving to teach this evening at Inner Strength, one of my students mentioned that the tweet made him laugh.  He also shared that he has a pick-up truck.

“You can’t imagine the sh*t people throw in there… I’ve found chicken wings…”

Seriously?  What is wrong with people, I thought.

Until I realized that it isn’t so outlandish, really.  People try to put their junk on others all the time.  And while it might not be fair that we should have to throw out other people’s crap, what else can you do—leave it in your basket?  Let someone else’s garbage weigh you down?  Hell, no.

Whether it’s a limiting belief about yourself or the world, unnecessary drama, or garden variety emotionally petrified rubbish, some people don’t know how to dispose of it properly.  It’s not your job, but if it lands in your bike basket, pick-up truck, relationship, or office environment, then your best bet is to take the trash out.  Make it swift, let it go, and move on to the next thing.  (I understand this is easier when it’s a coffee cup or half-eaten egg sandwich).  But the bottom line is that you can’t carry around other people’s crap for them.  We’ve all learned this the hard way, and today was a gentler reminder for me (metaphorically speaking).

We have better things with which to fill our baskets and lives, and handling our own thoughts and actions is tough enough (not to mention the only things we can control).  I wasn’t happy about the trash, but it made for a welcome reminder that a lighter load always makes for a more joyful journey.

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