There’s a trash can I keep under my sink. It’s next to the recycling bin. This particular trash can holds all the organic stuff. The smelly stuff. The stuff that makes me hold my breath everytime I open it to chuck something in.
Because I eat so many fruits and vegetables, it doesn’t take long before the trash gets full. When it reaches half way, I think …
“Ooo, should I take it out?”
I’m about to go out to grab a coffee, so taking out the trash is on the way anyway. But I don’t. I leave it. Because the thought of having to open the bin, look at what’s inside, tie the bag and take it out … just seems so meh!
“I’ve still got half way to go.”
Besides, I want my coffee.
Next day, I have the same problem. This time, it’s almost full. The smell has changed a bit. But all in all, same-same but different. So I tell myself …
“Hey you know, why waste a good bag? Gotta make sure it’s super full before I take it out. Waste not want not!”
Two days later, it’s full. The smell has evolved.
Correction. It has transformed to a special kind of stink. Just the act of opening the cupboard under my sink is enough to give me an out-of-body experience.
Something new has festered. Now, I really don’t want to take it out. So I pack it in. I hold my breath, and stuff my new pieces of of trash in.
“There’s always more space. All about compression!”
Day three. It’s more than full. It’s become a malicious entity of its own. I can’t avoid it anymore because its aura has engulfed my house.
“I have to face the damn thing now!”
So I hold my breath, tie up the bag with the tips of my finger, and I pull it out of the can with all my strength. As I drag it out with me, something wet drips down my ankle.
I look down. Trash-juice is running down my leg. The bag is leaking, and it has left trails on my floor!
The worst of my worries is not over. After I take it out to the dumpster, I have to go back and clean my floor. I have to de-odorize the air.
(I wipe the floor with eucalyptus oil mixed with water. I spray the air with an orange essential oil. Both work great!)
“Ahhh … thank god. That’s much better.”
I knew I should have taken the trash out earlier. It would have been simpler. Less hassle, less cleaning, less time and less smelly.
Even today, this simple every day act holds great teachings for me.
Catch it early, or clean up after.