| Look how he's avoiding eye contact. You'll know why in a second. |
1. Write for 3 hours (from 9:00-12:00). Butt in chair. Cell phone turned to silent. No Facebook.
2. Go grocery shopping, menu plan in hand.
3. Finish fall decorating.
Wouldn't you know it, at exactly 9:00 on the dot, I stood up to put away my breakfast dishes and get started and it happened. I stepped in something. It was a little sticky, so thinking it was honey or jam dropped on the floor from my husband who I swear is part bear, I wiped it on the throw rug. Yeah, not honey or jam, and Buddy was nowhere to be found. Now, if there is one thing worse than poo on your bare foot, it is poo on your foot from a mystery source. I could not figure out where the original scene of the crime was. I retraced my steps (not hard to do when you've stepped in poo), but could find no bigger pile. Must've been a cling-on, and if you've had dogs you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, use your imagination, and you'll probably never want one after this post.
So my 9:00 start time was pushed back to 9:20 as I cleaned my foot and the floor, threw the rug in the washing machine, and tried to find Buddy before anymore boobie traps were left around the house. He had the sneaking suspicion he had done something wrong and was cowering in his usual apologetic cowtow when I found him. He was embarrassed and uncomfortable and not quite sure what to do about this (ahem) "baggage" he had brought in with him. I knew I couldn't really be mad at him, because he hadn't meant to. It wasn't intentional.
There has got to be some sort of "when life gives you lemons..." or "shit happens" sort of metaphor here, but I think it's a little more complex. You see, you can have great intentions, like Buddy's intention of keeping his poo outside where it belongs. But sometimes you do everything you think you're supposed to, and still you accidentally drag some of your poo into the house. Inevitably, your poo ends up affecting someone else. Say you're sorry when someone else has stepped in your poo, and be the one to forgive if your foot is currently covered in poo. In addition to forgiveness and restoration, you may get a blog post and a few life lessons out of the ordeal. You didn't really have a topic you were excited to write about today anyway, and now your metaphor-loving heart is full of ideas. So here are the morals of today's post:
- You can have the best of intentions but sometimes your crap ends up accidentally hurting someone else. When it does, apologize.
- Forgive someone who affected you with their baggage. When you retrace your steps, you may realize they didn't mean to, and they are probably ashamed and not quite sure of what to do with it.
- You can have timely, organized plans, but shit happens, and you just need to clean it up and carry on. Don't let it distract you from your goals.
- When life hands you poo on your foot, turn it into a blog post (well that one may not be so universal, but you get the idea).
