For the birds

So, for the past 6 months I have been convinced that 2014 just isn’t my year. I’ve been keeping tabs on every bad thing that has occurred, adding it to some list in my head that I can use to explain why bad fortune follows me.

Then, one day I had a revelation. Shitty things happen to everyone, every day. People get through it. It’s not even like the things that happened to me were all that terrible, anyway. And then, regarding all of the good things that happened this year– why isn’t that figurative list as easily accessible in my brain? I just need to MAN UP and quit dwelling on the (first world) misfortunes and start appreciating the good stuff.

The very day after this so-called revelation, a bird pooped on me.

Ever since then, I’ve been hitting a lot of green lights driving.