Morning Pages - Interrupted

**Reader Advisory**
The following post contains graphic language (the 's' word) and is not intended for young children, the faint-of-heart or those easily offended by real life.


So, I'm sitting in my lovely English Garden this morning...trying to neutralize the effects of a bag of Doritos, a hard-night's sleep and the continuing feeling of bad karma surrounding me (see previous post).

Upong rising, the diesel sound of the local fire truck with 'those nice firemen' drives by - ahh...they are checking out the fire hydrants in our neighborhood... aren't they nice??! I lumber down the stairs, throw the dog his bone and proceed to make a pot of coffee from Kenya. Sneezing for 10 minutes, trying to shake out the 'wrath-of-God' look that I have going on with my hair and gathering my things for my Morning Pages, I head out with coffee in hand to my garden. Surrounded by all things beautiful, I sit down and take that first sip....letting it seep its way into my body. A few deep breaths, listening to the train make its way through town, watching birds skitter around from tree to tree.... I open my journal to begin my Morning Pages. The pen finds me still working through a feeling of 'bad karma'...(again, see previous post). My perspective of this summer, finances, everything is a bit tainted and gloomy... I wonder if I'm just having a pity-party that I forgot to pencil in on my calendar, if I am forgetting to have faith in God taking care of me and my daughter, if it's the effect of the bag of Doritos from yesterday, or am I being very realistic about my situation?!? Such hard ponderings for so early in the morning.

As I scribe these fears, thoughts and wonderings on page I am interupted. By a SPLAT !! My journal pages now behold puddles of white ... as do my arm, shirt (which I have on the right way, thank you very much!) and even better.... my hair!

I have been shit on.

By the bird of Bad Karma.

I quickly gather my splattered-in-bird-poop things and dash into the house. Morning pages wiped down - the journal paper beginning to curl as it dries. Shit-on pajamas are stripped off. I dash up to the shower....in disbelief of the whole event, but having to laugh a bit inside...this is sooooooooooooooo my life!

Interestingly enough, I have emerged from this in a better frame of mind. I'm not feeling as woeful, gloomy or down. I'm showered, looking forward to getting some things done around the house today and taking loyal companion for a walk. Why is this? Well, it's a perfect example of life. We all get shit on from time to time. And we all shake (or shower, as the case may be) it off. We fix ourself back up and go right back out into the world with resolve and determination. Maybe getting shit on once in a while steers us back on course....refocuses us back to what is at hand...changes our perspective a bit to what is beneficial for our world. Maybe it isn't such a bad thing after all!


Nevertheless, tomorrow morning I'm taking my umbrella.


**UPDATE**
I have received several comments regarding the belief that when this type of 'event' happens to one, it brings them good luck and, some say, money! Well, I must tell you.... in the afternoon, I decided to do my taxes. Something that I have been dreading...I mean d-r-e-a-d-i-n-g to do because I just knew that I would owe, oh... a couple grand to Dear Ol' Sam. And after the way things had gone in the morning, why not just put the cherry on the top of this day! After working up the taxes, it turns out .... Uncle Sam owes ME!!!!!!! The shock of this turn around has not sunk in yet, but I can't help but notice the sequence of events - and the outcome! I don't know ... for those of you who haven't done your taxes yet, you might want to go find a bird! : )