While carrying out dead plants to compost, I stepped in something nasty. I realized it as I started to return home. I couldn’t easily clean my boot outside but didn’t want to track it in so I stopped and took my boot off in the cold night before I entered inside.
I share with you the details of my life, as they speak volumes metaphorically. We all step in it, the nasty filth of some excrement, or the drama and trauma of relationships or the conflict of political division. The question is: do we take the responsibility to clean our boot or do we make more of a mess as we track the crap all over?
What have you stepped in lately? Have you cleaned your boot yet? Ki to Happiness takes responsibility for whatever she steps in.