I've been pet-sitting a lot this spring. No, I didn't lock myself out the house again (see Spare Keys). I've also been finding a lot of lucky pennies lately (see Lucky Charms), and found a few more pennies since that post. I found another one today, on the floor of the bus. But yesterday pet-sitting and lucky pennies merged in a strange way. I was walking Milish (star of Spare Keys) and she took a crap in a planter on the outskirts of the local high school. When I picked up her pile of poo, I received a special surprise: a penny! It wasn't in her poo, but was about 3 inches to the left of it. I contemplated leaving it behind since it was probably laying in a place where other animals pooped and peed, but my superstition about having bad luck if I didn't pick up a penny far outweighed the potential grossness of picking up that penny. Naturally, I picked up the penny. I would have good luck that day. This penny came at a good time, because the Egyptian called me (whether intentionally or accidentally, I'm not sure) about a hour before I took Milish for her walk, but I was sleeping so I didn't answer my phone. Thinking of the shitty situation in which the Egyptian I found ourselves, and other shitty situations to which I've been a part, the penny reminded me that good things come from shitty situations and with luck (persistence + opportunity) everything will be okay. I sent a wish to the Universe that the Egyptian would find his way, and that I would find mine. Later I sent him a text acknowledging his call and saying that I hoped he was feeling better. I haven't heard from him again. Good or bad? Who knows. In any case, the penny I found next to Milish's poo is now my favorite lucky penny.
Hi. I'm Phelan Sadie. For seven years, I worked full time while also completing my PhD and I finally finished my PhD in December 2016. During that time, I enjoyed writing about some of my shenanigans, experiences, observations, and insights as a way to connect with other aspects of myself, especially my romantic life which is chock-full of nutty stories. Just when I think things can't get any more weird, life surprises me with more weirdness but it all seems normal to me. At first, I emailed some stories to friends and family, then a couple of friends suggested I start a blog. So, here I am. I've written these stories to the best of my recollection. Some of my stories are funny; some aren't. Some are sexually explicit; some are downright lame. Either way, I hope you appreciate or enjoy them.
About three years ago, I arrived at what I call the intersection of Fuck It Rd. and I Don't Give a Shit Ave. It's a crude way of saying that I've let go of outcome and a sense of absolute control over my life. That I have faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be (fuck it) and am being my authentic self despite judgments other people may make about me (I don't give a shit). It's a fantastic place to live, but sometimes my residency is threatened when my romantic life presents challenges. But, my foundation becomes more sturdy as I navigate each challenge. It's a journey rather than a destination, and I'm still human after all. 3/31/17
About three years ago, I arrived at what I call the intersection of Fuck It Rd. and I Don't Give a Shit Ave. It's a crude way of saying that I've let go of outcome and a sense of absolute control over my life. That I have faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be (fuck it) and am being my authentic self despite judgments other people may make about me (I don't give a shit). It's a fantastic place to live, but sometimes my residency is threatened when my romantic life presents challenges. But, my foundation becomes more sturdy as I navigate each challenge. It's a journey rather than a destination, and I'm still human after all. 3/31/17
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