recycled thoughts

 

ok, so here's the thing. . .

 

I was at the tip, tipping rubbish

and finding some better stuff to take home (as you do)

 

There was a queue for the recycling banks

 

It was sunny, all was well with the world

and sitting in the in the drivers seat patiently waiting my turn

I got to thinking (as you do)

 

What if

you could recycle

your thoughts?

 

Take all the anguish, the negative thoughts, the naggy thoughts,

the beating-yourself-up and not-quite-satisfied thoughts,

the sad thoughts, the despairing thoughts

the confused and dazed thoughts

thoughts that moan, generally about nothing

and bitch

and feel insecure (generally about nothing)

and anxious

and scared

and come alive at 3 a.m?

What if you could take all those daft

unwanted un-needed thoughts to the tip

and pop them in recycling bins

marked

GRIEF and SADNESS

and NONSENSE and BADNESS

and VERY, VERY NAUGHTY

and send them all off to be recycled

into good, kind, nice, loving and giving thoughts?

 

Well, it's a thought isn't it??

xx