Strange experience #1 – going to the dump on a weekday. The stuff has been piling up. Almost a mountain in the garage. Odd closings over the holidays plus ridiculously cold weather caused me to postpone the trip I knew I needed to make.
And today I finally went.
I had it on my list, and wanted to get it out of the way. Even though I hadn’t had time to do a real purge, I had more than enough to fill my car. So I drove the familiar route to what is officially called “The Transfer Station”.
As familiar as the route was, it felt weird to drive in there. It wasn’t packed with people – the weekend warriors. And everyone there seemed a lot older than me. I felt almost like they were looking at me, as if asking, “What on earth are you doing here in the middle of the week?” But actually I think that was just me thinking that. They probably didn’t even notice I was there.
I decided to enjoy the moment. I get to do this in the middle of the day. I don’t have to wait until Saturday and race to get there with everyone else. I can wave to the attendant, watch the cans and bottles go down the recycling chute and listen to the music they make as they crash into others.
It was then I saw a woman. Walking with a cane and trying to carry bags of recyclables from the car to the chute. Struggling because it’s hard to hold a bag of stuff in only one hand.
I asked her if she needed help, and she gratefully accepted it. It took about 2 minutes. And we chatted while we worked together. I went home with a song in my heart.
Why? Because I had time to pay attention. I had time to notice. I had time to really see her. And I had an interaction I would have otherwise missed.
So forget about feeling funny that I was the youngest person at the dump. I met a beautiful person today.
What might you notice today if you pick your head up and look around? Try it and share what happens in the comments.
I had the same feeling when I went to the gym for a morning class and realized that I was one of the youngest people in the class. As time went on and I got to know some of the people in the class they became an inspiration to me and an example of thriving no matter what age. They are beautiful!
That is so cool, Deb! I may run into the same thing. Think I’m going to sign up for yoga soon. And it’s good to see how others who are a bit more advanced in age are enjoying their lives and continue to stretch themselves.
That’s great Kathleen! Also wonderful to hear how you were able to take time to smell the roses – even in a dump!!!
Yes – even in a dump, Sunil.