Trash man

You know every now and then you are faced with some situations that seem overwhelming; so it becomes necessary to give your self a little pep talk - tell yourself the only person you can control is yourself; remind yourself to take control of what you can and let the laws of the universe deal with the rest - ask yourself who owns the problem. But sometimes, despite your best efforts, the hand your dealt, sometimes of your making, sometimes not just slaps you in the face and you reel from it; it weighs you down, puts your mettle to the test.

Of late I have been feeling like a sanitation engineer; messes get created and I unwittingly get called on to clean the mess. It is obsolutely frustrating. Added to this frustration is the knowledge that the mess created was avoidable - but my upbringing won't let me turn my back on people I care about when they need me most; so I put on my gloves, roll up my sleeves, place my mask over my face to spare me the stench of this shit and I begin to pick up the pieces and shovel away the crap.