I’ve been feeling a bit glum this week…just one of those times when life seems unfair and unfun.
I was driving to my weight-lifting class at the YMCA – yes, I lift weights; no, you can’t tell because my muscles are safely hidden beneath my chub – and as I was approaching a stop light, a giant flock of birds was above me in the sky, just ahead of my view. They were soaring and diving, circling around and diving some more. It looked as though they were chasing each other in a fun bird-soaring game.
My radio was on and the birds seemed to be flying and diving in rhythm with my music. Their feathers were a beautiful palette of blue, gray, and white, and as I sat there watching the majestic show, I began to feel better. Sure, life is challenging and tiresome at times, but it’s not all bad. Look at these lovely, graceful birds relishing their gift of flight.
Just as I was about to completely switch my attitude from dull to delightful, I gazed up in awe one final time at the birds and…
SPLAT!
Sliding down my windshield, directly in front of my face, was an oozing reminder that life is simultaneously beautiful and full of crap.
So there it is, my new life motto.
With the birds come the turds.
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