In the Loo

It was 95 degrees out. I had to pee like nobody’s business. As I sat down, I was suddenly overcome. In a split second, my heart was so full of gratitude that I nearly cried. Some of you may recognize the view in my picture. It’s a port-a-potty. A chemical toilet. An outhouse. A Thunder Box (uh… until right now, I have never in my life heard this term, but what a fun phrase. Sounds Australian. I think I’ll start using this term). Why in heavens name would I be brought to tears while hovering over [use your imagination] in a hundred degree smelly hot box?? I asked myself the same question.

And my answer was… why wouldn’t I be grateful in this moment? Grateful that I had a place to respectfully relieve myself in that moment. Grateful that unlike millions of people around the globe, I normally get to use indoor plumbing so it’s a blessing that I rarely find myself in a Thunder Box (see what I did there?)

The experience was just a brief reminder that gratitude is an attitude and every moment truly does hold reason to be thankful. It was kind of a lesson in humility too. Pride tells me that I am too good to be doing my business in such disgusting conditions. Being humble tells me that life is so much more than where I pee.

Stay humble my friends… I guarantee peeing your pants out of pride is worse than sucking it up and using the Thunder Box (boom… three times)