Thursday: I'm thinking about old guys. And about taking them for Lent.

Thoughts on old guys:

I've never seen an old guy get hassled by airport security.
I feel like security just waves them by.

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Thoughts on thoughts:

Sometimes, I feel like my negative thoughts are like the old guys at the airport, and my mind is the security guard who waves them by, unchecked.

For Lent, I want to be more thoughtful about my thoughts. I want to start patting down the old guys who slip through, unchecked. I want to halt them at the gate. I want to make them drop their bags and strip down to their socks. And I want to stare them down and interrogate them. "Excuse me, sir, where did you come from? And just where do you think you are going?" "What else is in your golf bag, Arnold Palmer?


Some questions I have this Lent:

1. What sorts of thoughts do I let slip by, unchecked?
--Who are the old guys in my airport?

2. What do these thoughts mean?
--What's in their bags?

3. Where do these thoughts come from?
--Whose bags are these, How did I get them?