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I stepped in it again. Tried that fancy “side-step-catch-myself-before-I-put-my-foot-in-it” move, but to no avail. That’s just the beginning. I know it stinks. I don’t even have to smell it, I know from experience. The thing is, I didn’t see it. I thought I was looking out for it, but sure enough, “squish”. There it is. All up in my stuff. Regardless of my intentions before hand, I’ve but one goal now, get it off! Some relationships are like that. I know I had my guard up, I was well defended. Then, squish! Right between my emotional toes and I find myself in a big stinky mess. What do I do? I wash it off! I don’t wallow in it, spreading the foul mess all over my life, I get rid of the smelly crap! The longer I stand in the crap, the more likely I’m gonna spread it all over and then I’ll really have a job of cleaning it up. Yes it sucks. Never mind figuring out the how and why of my stinky step, I need to just get out of it, clean myself off and move on from that spot. I know it’ll stink, even if I’m clean, just by standing next to the mess, so pick up, clean up, and move on.
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