Of course it’s a metaphor

When I’m in a generous mood, I sometimes pick up other dog poo that’s been left lying around, whilst I’m picking up my own dog’s. I don’t like doing it AT ALL but feel it means there’s one less bit of poo in the world that my children might wade into (and trying to clean that up is detestable). I much prefer the metaphorical contribution I try to make when I try to help other people with the crap they have going on. It’s not my responsibility, but again if I assist, there’s that little bit less that my kids might encounter.

I realise I have a different take on people and their crap – dog owners who don’t pick up strike me as lazy, arrogant, irresponsible and self centred. You’ll be pleased to know I have more sympathy for people who by not dealing with their own issues means others fall foul of them (ooh I like what I did there!)I guess having UPR means I know we’re all doing our best, and sometimes the stuff we face is so hard that we simply can’t deal with it, we don’t have the resource, the experience, the emotional space or energy. It is still my responsibility and mine alone to look at the crap I’m carrying and not inflict it on those around me. But maybe part of being loved is that people decide to look beyond that when I can’t quite manage it. Shit happens. Here’s hoping the day soon comes when we all take responsibility for it.