Me as I head down my street walking Lucy and seeing house cleaners coming out of one of my neighbour's houses: "I really need to remember more often that many other people have lives that are so much harder than mine on a day-to-day basis, never mind when extra challenges happen (disclaimer: I am fully aware that it's possible that people who clean houses for a living are perfectly content with their lot). I need to practice more radical acceptance, realize that most bad things that happen to me are, at best, minor inconveniences, and keep perspective and be more grateful."
Me as we're about two-thirds through our route and it starts raining and I don't have an umbrella (not because I forgot but because I DECIDED IT WOULDN'T BE NECESSARY, even though I KNEW rain was in the forecast) and I try to get Lucy to speed up a bit, and because I'm distracted I don't realize that she is trying to poop, and the leash is stuck ACROSS HER BUTT and let's just say this was a very sub-optimal occasion on which to have that happen, and THEN I further realize that we are on the scrupulously-maintained, ultra-picturesque lawn maintained by an older man I see working on it and I REALLY TRY not to let Lucy walk on it at all, much less perform bodily functions on it, so now I'm walking home getting wet, holding a defiled leash, feeling guilty, with a really cranky dog: "Everything sucks and I hate my stupid life."
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| Perfectly sanguine about the whole thing |
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