SHIT

I tried to make up an acceptable acronym for shit. Acronyms always make things more acceptable, right?

S.H.I.T: Stuff Happens, It’s True!... Stuff Happens In Time... Staying Happy Is a Test...

You know the great thing about shit, is that it stands alone.

You don’t have to make up anything to support it, it is what it is, shit.

We all have a shit story.

It’s a story that really stinks.

If held in too long, the shit will kill you. It’s toxic and is meant to be let go or it will find its own way to come out. Everyone does shit in private and when we get really close to someone we let them get a whiff of our shit. Shit usually pushes people away, but there’s a few that will stand by and give you a listening ear right in the middle of a shit.

For years, my bedtime prayer was for it to be my last night. I didn’t want to live. The shit was just too hard to handle. I hated myself. I asked myself everyday, “Why did this shit have to happen to me?”

Shit hurts, y’all.

But even shit has a purpose. It starts out as food, then it’s processed and converted into the muscle that strengthens you and the energy that keeps you going. After it’s been used up for the betterment of your body, the shit has to come out.

Hold on to people that don’t leave you because your shit stinks and know that ALL things working together for good includes Some Hard Intense Trials.

The purpose of this isn’t just to see how many times I can say shit (even though I’m grown, shit). I write this just to remind you that I’ve got shit, you’ve got shit, we all got shit! Let that shit out and free yourself.

And after that shit, I bet you feel better.

Happy Monday! I love y’all.

Call, text, or DM me sometime... shit.