Packed Gucci Bag

I got my Gucci Bag Packed.

Over the past weekend, I set up an information table at the Jubilee for Racial Justice. While I was preparing the information and packing up my materials, something dawned on me. Damn sure did.

I had these boxes of information packed up and I kept moving the bags from one side of the room to the next. Then I got this revelation that sometimes, this is what we do with our inner junk that we might think we have half hazardously gotten rid of, Hummmmm.

Made me start thinking about some issues, some inner demons, some bad habits that really I packed up in a Gucci Bag and left it sitting in a corner and from time to time, I move the bag over to the next corner.

Something like the post I blogged about called The Town called Victimville. Remember, living in a country called "Sad", and a town call Victimville on the street called Hurt Lane. You see, I moved out of town, left the country and changed my street address. But guess what I didn't do? I didn't unpack the freakin bag! I left the bag sitting packed in the corner.

The Gucci Bag is being unpacked tonight. It is full of if I, coulda, shoulda, woulda, and why?

You see unconsciously sometimes we keep our bags packed waiting for the next opportunity to drag them around moving them from one corner to the next. We use those bags as a reason to avoid taking any new risks. They become our permission slips to play it safe and really stay stuck in the same ole situation.

I'm unpacking my Gucci Bag and leaving unpacked. Why bother moving to another street and still carry around the same ole bag? Why do it?

I don't know about you, but I'm unpacking Gucci!