People.

All new experience this morning.

A bird crapped on my pump bag.

I hear from a lot of you that you’ve been at the right place at the right time to be shat on. Never have been able to identify with that. Till this morning.

It was a truly beautiful moment. As I’m fumbling with my keys to unlock the side school door because I am perpetually late every single morning and the key is getting jammed and I’m balancing too many bags. Too much shit.

And then literal shit.

Perfect.

Don’t you just love how The Universe shows us exactly what we need at exactly the right time?

Shit, actual shit, is a pretty funny thing if you think about it. I mean, when it’s showing up on one of your most important and useful objects.

The moral of this is, shit happens. All the time. And it’s not going to get us down.