I am my own enemy?

Dec 15, 2008Archive

Julia came in from outside as she waited for the bus to come. “Mommy,” she said. “Come look.”

Strewn everywhere was trash, confetti, a big fat mess. I wondered who our enemy was who did such a thing!

And then I laughed. It was no enemy. It was me. Today is garbage day, so last night I put out our garbage and our recyclables. In one of the recyclable boxes, there was packing materials used to pack some dishes we’d opened. It had opened up in the night’s wind and littered our yard.

It made me laugh that my first thought was that we had enemies! I’m so conspiratorial! Only to find out the enemy stared back at me in the mirror this morning.