Do It Myself Blog – Glenda Watson Hyatt

My kitty Faith, the gunk producer

A messy kitty litter box greeted me this morning. I decided to deal with it right away to get it out of the way. I dumped the biodegradable, flushable litter down the toilet, regrettably realizing that, perhaps, that much at one may not, in fact, be flushable at one time. The toilet was plugged. Badly. One more flush and gunk would have overflowed all over the bathroom floor. Good morning to you, too!

I left it for a while.

In between following up with clients about payment, seeking a featured guest for Wednesday’s Readers’ Café (any takers?), and participating in another teleconference for a non-profit in the throes of buying a building, I kept running to the bathroom to flush, hoping a little more gunk would go down.

After the teleconference, I needed to get serious about the matter. Things were getting desperate! Leaning over the bowl, pushing down on the plunger with all of my strength, I remembered something my friend Liz Strauss wrote in an email this weekend: Sometimes you need to get pissed off! Damn it, I wasn’t going to let a bowl full of rude gunk beat me! I kept plunging that thing up and down until I felt my heart was going to burst out my neck. Finally the sound that music to ears at times like these! The gunk flushed away.

What a relief to flush that stuff away. A sense of triumph. Talk about independence!

What gunk do you need to flush away to feel a little freer, to be a little more independent today?