... left to our own devices, we- as a species- tend to lug these big rocks around. They are the rocks of our concerns. Everytime we get up, we reach down for our big rock and then we lug it out the door, down the stairs, and roll it into the back seats of our cars. Then after we drive some place, we open the back door, get out our rock, and carry it with us, wherever we go. Because it's our rock. It is very important to us and we need to keep it in sight. Also, someone could steal it. Anne Lamott
How silly we are. Her words are so laughably true. I see it in myself, see it in others all the time. If only we could literally carry a big boulder around with us, we might give up this nonsense much more quickly than we do (if we do). These words were posted on my desk for me to see and be shored up by daily for a long time.
These days I try to stop and acknowledge my rocks when I realize that I've been loading them in and out of my car. It helps me to at lease recognize the ridiculousness of it. The other thing I try to do is jot these 'rocks of my concerns' down on what ever bit of paper I have around me and put it in my God box as soon as possible. I first learned about God boxes when I read this article by Mary Lou Quinlan. I was moved to tears when I finished reading it. When I have a hard time letting go of something, mentally turning it over and over in my mind... I know I've got to get it on paper and into my God box.
What are the big rocks you carry around with you?