Thursday, May 18, 2017
We have our plans, and then they (or we) go astray. Life doesn't go the way we expect it will. Life doesn't go the way we want it to.
Can i accept life just as it is? Without complaint? Shoveling hot, steaming manure in the mid-day sun?
I could shovel the manure of the mind along with the manure in the truck. Or I could just shovel manure.