On Shit

Poop. It happens.
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This ties in with my thoughts on life not being fair, but the fact of the matter is random stuff happens to us all. Without warning, without cause, without rhyme or reason.

Shit. Just. Happens.

The first step? Accept that shit happens.

The second step? Deal with it. Don’t bother arguing, don’t rail against the unfairness of life, don’t cry about it … just accept your lot and deal with it.

Shit happens. It happened to you. There’s nothing you can do to prevent it. Once it’s happened, it’s too late. Again, deal with it. Whatever the issue might be, accept that it has happened, and deal with the consequences.

That might mean taking action, particularly if those actions might prevent shit from happening again.

It might mean leaving for work a few minutes later.

It might mean changing your entire life’s direction.

It might mean nothing at all.

It depends on the shit. And shit happens in piles of all shapes and sizes.

The third step? Level up your shit-wrangling skills.

Expect it. Prepare for it. Welcome it. Handle it. Move through it. Move past it. Thank it for the lesson(s) it’s taught you.

There’s no undoing it. No going back. Shit has happened. That’s in the past.

Rather than an obstacle, turn it into an opportunity. I don’t know what that looks like for you. It depends on the nature of the pile you’ve been handed. But if there’s a way to pass through it and emerge a better person, find it. Do it.

As I’m told the Navy Seals say: Embrace the suck.

1 thought on “On Shit”

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