Most of us can handle some little shit (💩) coming our way here and then.
As long as the problems come one by one or it doesn’t happen to often, we can handle even bigger ones and say that this is just life’s way of keeping us alert, and we can usually deal with it.
When shit hits the fan is when we fret.
Suddenly, there is shit in all forms, consistencies and shapes flying around, hitting us from all sides at once.
That’s when we feel overwhelmed and when life seems to be unfair. It’s when we feel trapped, uncapable to react, afraid to make any move that might trigger more shit.
That’s also the time when we start blaming others.
But wasn’t that our shit in the first place?