Rocks in my Backpack

I don't normally look to "The Ace Man" Adam Corolla as my moral compass, but he said something recently that stuck with me. He has this theory that we all have kind of Kharmic Backpacks and in those backpacks we/life put rocks of varying sizes, which we have to carry around. Not picking up the dry cleaning, well that's a relatively small rock. Cheating on a spouse...yeah that one's big. So we go around every day adding & removing rocks from our backpacks.
I was able to remove a rather large rock from my backpack yesterday - OH, and I've found that the longer they stay in your pack, the heavier they are. Anyways, I was able to complete a project for a client that I've been trying to get to since before the 4th of July. Totally unacceptable that it took me that long (which either added to the size of the original rock OR was a different rock - either way, more weight for my backpack). It really felt good to deliver this project to my client and was a huge weight out of my backpack.
In thinking about this theory of the Kharmic Backpack, I thought about the rocks that might be in my sweetheart's backpack as well as my girls' backpacks. Work, school, sports, home obligations, bad dreams, disappointments, hurt feelings, lost friends, words left unsaid...These backpacks can hold a multitude of rocks for which we shoulder the weight. What stops us from taking the time to dump out these packs, sort through them and leave some of this unnecessary weight behind? We take time to do other things, to nurture our bodies, our minds, our relationships, but what about taking time to nurture our souls? To relieve some of the burden? Isn't this as important as seeing a Dr. or Dentist? Or changing the tires on our vehicles? Or cleaning out the closet?