The idea came as I was looking out of my dining room window where the snow had melted. I had ignored the deposits, happy for the two snow falls that covered the mess. Unfortunately, as is always the way, a warm day came and I was left to deal with all of the crap that I had ignored. There was no avoiding it!
In a nut shell, dog poop and what we do with it parallel life. Each choice has consequences, both positive and negative.
- You can walk your dog and pick up the crap each time.
- You can walk the dog in a place where you think you can leave the pile, in hopes of not being called out on it.
- You can wait for a snow to cover the pile and act like it doesn’t exist.
So my point is, you have to deal with the crap in your life eventually, or deal with big piles of steaming crap! It’s our choice, and we can deal with it when we choose to and how we choose to, so long as we are willing to accept the consequences.
What will you do?
I cuss. When I lived in New York, I cursed because that is what it is called there. Now that I live in Chicago, I cuss. I do not necessarily like or dislike it. I just do it. I do it a lot less than I used to, but I still do it. I know that it is not lady-like, educated, or cultured, but I still do it. Here’s the thing about cussing. Often times, the cuss word makes the event itself funnier, and the story after even better. I find those e-cards posted on Facebook hilarious. “Are you kidding me” as my mother walks in the out door shoving her cart against the flood of Walmart Christmas shoppers is not nearly as funny as “Are you f*n kidding me?” Then I am rewarded for being funny, which then indirectly rewards me for cussing. So I keep cussing.
It is the same with judgments. See, for so many years I have cloaked my judgments in humor. I am actually pretty funny. Our entire extended family is pretty funny. My closest friends are pretty funny. I am rewarded for being funny. We are all rewarded for being funny. But as I have often shared, the world as I know it is shifting. Embarking on this spiritual journey and working with Becky on this blog has pointed out some pretty tough character defects. The harsh fact is that no matter how funny I am, I am still judging. What was even tougher for me to realize was that I was primarily judging other women, and more often than not, it was on what they were wearing, or how they looked. On the day of this realization I had to ask myself “Who the f*ck do you think you are?” Miss Thing.
I have made a commitment to be part of the solution, and to stop being the problem. Am I still going to look at what everyone is wearing? You bet. I have a deep love of all things fashion. But going forward, I will work at embracing all cutting edge fasionistas! Am I still going to cuss? You bet your sweet ass I am. But with every ounce of my being, I will do my very best not to use cussing & judgment to break down another woman. I may use it to uplift, such as “you look f*n great in that outfit!” or “you f*n rock girlie!”! Thus using it for good and not evil. Who knows, maybe one day I will give it up completely, but then I would have to stop driving or riding public transportation. Maybe there is a driver is in my future ☺.