I always wondered when the odds were going to catch up with me. I spend so much of my life walking around outside, yet had never had a bird poop on my head. As soon as I felt it, I knew what it was, and I thought: Well, I guess I won’t have to go through that for another 35 years.
I cleaned it out of my hair in the restaurant’s restroom, and Mr K and I (who were planning our trip to Paris next week) spent exactly one minute laughing about it before moving on to more pressing topics.
There was a time when this could have ruined my entire day, but instead it was just another thing that happened in an overall superb day. This is what I consider a spiritual change.