I’ve avoided taking the recycling out for 6 months.
Today was the day I faced my fears of:
1) navigating through the mess in the garage
2) loading up what felt like 100’s of pounds of glass, plastics, cardboard and newspapers
3) driving Nate’s larger-than-life truck to the recycling center
If you look closely you can see Phizz trying to taste the trash from the inside of the truck.
I survived the trip to the dump….and I didn’t even get stung by a bee!
Big check on the to-do list AND the badass mission for the day: facing my fears of the dump.
I also faced my fear of the dump yesterday, taking recycling for the first time since Greg deployed, 4 months ago. As I do not have a truck, I still have one more load of beer bottles. I go so little, that everytime I do, some old man always says to me “Big party last weekend? Hehe.” Always.