Pooping Rainbows in my Chucks

“Everything works out in the end.” I have lived the most recent part of my life by this statement. In the past I had been a very stress-filled person. I worried about the little things and tried to change the past. I learned that worrying about the stuff I had no control of only made me feel strained. So I began living life by doing what I could to make situations better and letting go of the parts of life I had no control over.

A few of my friends and I took a trip to Chicago this past winter. It was a couple’s date. Juan and Jordan, Steff and Ryne and Emmagizer and I, went to the Shedd Aquarium. We stood in line outside in the cold for almost an hour before we made it though the doors of the aquatic museum. After purchasing our tickets the three couples explored the grounds of the Shedd.

We were having a hoot as we walked around the aquarium. We were like children on a fieldtrip as the six of us learned about fish, turtles, sharks, dolphins, whales, stingrays, and my personal favorite, the otters.



Before the gang left the museum, we visited the gift shop, not to purchase anything but to take ridiculous pictures of the toys, hats and clothing the Shedd Aquarium offers.



As we all left the museum, two of the members of our entourage were worried that they would not make it to the train before it left Chicago. Which would cause the four people who took the train two extra hours to get home.

I was leading the group through the streets of Chicago and I may have made one or two wrong turns in the process. However I remained confident that everything would be okay and the train would be there when the four group members got to the train station.

My optimism was not shared with the rest of the group. Jordan yelled at me to “stop pooping rainbows because everything was not going to be okay.” Emmagizer and Juan agreed that it would all be all right, but as we walked, we hit a dead-end. I had the feeling in my stomach that we were lost but in the distance I saw a police car. The other members of the group were all afraid to approach the car but I said that the officer would know how to get to the train station. I asked the policeman if he could give my friends a ride to the train station and he agreed.

There was only enough room in the squad car for four people so Emmagizer and I walked back to Michigan Ave. The two ladies who were frustrated that they would be late to catch their train suddenly seemed to feel bad that Emmagizer and I were going to walk to the Magnificent Mile alone.

The night ended up quite well. Emmagizer and I had a wonderful dinner at California Pizza Kitchen and when I texted the group to see if they made on the train they said they did, with three minutes to spare. It just goes to show you that it’s sometimes okay to poop rainbows because everything has a way of working itself out.