Just Get Rid of It

On the way home last night, I listened to Fun. It was a CD I listened to extensively last fall, especially when going out to Westport. Funny, driving back home, listening to Some Nights, I had a huge, huge temptation for a Gyro. Not just any gyro. One from the food truck in Westport. It was the truck to hit up outside The Union at 2:30am, hoards of people milling about, joking around, making out. It was the food to sober you up enough to make it home. And it was so tasty.

The temptation was nearly overwhelming. It brought back all the memories of all those nights and weekends and how much fun they were. I thought about how much time I spent there, hanging out with my friends and their friends's friends...

And then I thought about why I gave up that lifestyle. How I realized how hollow it was. How I wanted something better.

I confessed this to James when I got home.

"I really wanted to go to Westport and get a gyro," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"I was listening to Fun." I said.

"I figured as much," he said. "You really just need to get rid of that CD."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"You gave up that life," he continued.

"Yeah," I said again.

I took it out of my CD player this morning on my way to work. The bible says to flee from temptation and that's probably pretty good advice (I mean, it is the bible and all...).

I'm still learning to just get rid of everything that ties me back to the painful parts of my past. Let go. Give it up. Move on. Even when I think I've made up my mind on these things, there's the little devil on my shoulder, egging me on.

Once again, I thank God for these people he's given me in my life to keep me on track, to watch my back. Even in the small things. . . especially in the small things... in everything. Thank you, God.