Have you ever wondered if life’s little messes are actually Gods way of sending us a message?

i didn’t want to leave my apartment at first.
it was 8am,
snow was coming down hard,
and my fridge was empty.
on top of that,
i was out of dishwashing liquid.
that is a survival essential if you hate dirty dishes as much as i do.

“i can do this tomorrow,” I thought.

….but what if tomorrow came and i pushed it back again?
tomorrow is christmas.
i was supposed to spend today with my straight boyfriend.
don’t ask,
it’s complicated.
he wanted us to do christmas eve and christmas together,
but plans got canceled thanks to him catching the flu.

So, it’s just me.
Again.

eventually,
i convinced myself to throw on some clothes and head to the store.
as soon as i stepped back outside with my groceries,
i noticed the snow had stopped.
out of nowhere:

BAM…

A sky rat shit right onto my hand.

i had JUST taken my gloves off to check items off my grocery list.
i’d never been shitted on by a sky ray before.
the shit was green and white too.
that was the part that grossed me out the most.

i ran to a corner store to buy hand sanitizer.
when i got back in my spot,
i practically scrubbed the skin off my hand.
if you know me,
you know i’m OCD to the core.
i texted one of my good friends about what happened.
their response?

Was it luck in disguise or just a gross reminder that life loves its plot twists?

i’m hoping for a sloppy dose of green and white good luck,
thanks!