It's A Good Day, Even With Poo On My Shoe

Sometimes it's almost as if the powers that be are bored and like to play games with us mere mortals, to throw different obstacles our way- some big, some small, all to catch us off balance, throw us off course. On this day, I had some small annoyances like the frustration of simply having to spell out to someone that while its unfortunate they FEEL bad, they have to dust of their big girl panties, slap em on, stop whining, and get to getting because quite simply lady - you've got to do your goddamn job! There were bigger things, like receiving an unexpected phone call from my mother and having one of those come to Jesus moments - telling her that in spite of her and the chaos of her life with my father, I actually turned out ok. They don't get credit. To my surprise, she acknowledged that fact and agreed with my sentiment. Who knew she'd be so agreeable? There are the larger things still, at the sadness of knowing that while things could potentially be on track with one parent, they are painfully off track with the other. And then, once again, the small things like almost being knocked out of a crowded subway train during rush hour by a someone, who looked human at least, with buffalo matter for brains. Dude, I'm  holding on for dear life trying to get home just like you buster! And more small things when you're stared out like a zombie on a different subway journey, only to be stopped later by that person and told your hair looks nice - that's why they're staring. It's NYC and people don't speak, so that's cool. But there are always the larger things, like watching a friend struggle through the recent death of one grandmother, and the cancer struggle of another. And, of course, more small things like ending the day with a pile of poo on your right shoe and doing a dance on 8th and 23rd in an attempt to wipe it off. It could always be better and it could always be worse. In the scheme of things, here comes that word I hate...I have lots to feel "blessed" about. YUCK! Today, I decided, that it was a good day. And even if it really wasn't, I was going to make it so...with poo on my shoe and all.