Drawing Boundaries: Lessons from Dog Poo
I stepped in dog poo the other day. Yes, that’s right. I’m blogging about dog poo. Let’s see if I can find meaning in that one! So here we go. It was the perfect storm of events that led to me stepping in poo. I was walking my dog, Nola(bees,) around the park while listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic. I was trying to rewind to a specific part of the narrative, and there was a park services truck on the walking path driving towards me. Being the thoughtful, considerate person I am, I stepped aside into the grass. The...