Sunday, November 8, 2009

S#*t Happens.

This morning, as I am about to leave, I notice an unsightly brown streak on the cream colored living room rug. I get closer, I bend, down, I take a sniff.

Yep, dog poop.

Not much dog poop, mind you.
Just the little bit that happens when a dog rubs her butt on the floor after ... ok, well, you know.

So, I walk over to the kitchen, grab a paper towel and a spray bottle. Wipe the stain off. Walk back to the kitchen and think to myself how easy that was. And also how easy it is for us to sometimes think these little things are a big deal.

Most of the time, they are not a big deal at all. Only the stories we tell ourselves about them make them big deal.

S#*t happens.

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