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Sit a bit and hear some observational stories I’ve been steeping.

Crappity, crap-crap.

It is an unfortunate thing at the moment that I am surrounded by crap.  As far as the eye can see, there it is.  And just when I’m pretty sure I cannot take another minute of it, some well-meaning individual (at least that’s how I’m going to identify them publicly, for now) comes along with their trusty shovel and heaps another batch onto the pile.  Holy crap.

Well, this morning I have come to the conclusion that the best way to deal with all this crap is to re-evaluate and consider it… fertilizer.  Nasty nutrients from which great things will grow.

A girl can dream, right?

Part of the problem is not only do I have a lot of stressful crap I’m cartin’ around in my wheelbarrow, but I realize I’ve developed a rather bad habit at looking over the fence at some other patches of grass that have me feeling a smidge green around the edges.  And gills.  Jealous and nauseated.  Not the best combination let me tell you.  I know it’s a terrible thing and I’m not proud of it, but don’t judge too harshly, I’m working on it.

The worst thing about enviously staring at someone else’s bountiful harvest is that it has distracted me from tending to my own garden, a garden with some seeds that I did NOT plant and a few weeds that won’t go away – but it is still MINE to deal with, no matter what.  You see, I am the one in control of what ultimately grows here and I forgot that for a minute.

Therefore, I’m declaring a mid-year resolution, not to be bikini-ready by summer (because, ready or not, here I come) but to take the necessary steps to look around at the flowers and fruit that I do have and deal with the fertilizer that surrounds them, all the while continuing to be grateful that mine is world where things are allowed to grow at all.


The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.”  — D. H. Lawrence

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