This is the picture of a plywood-walled toilet in a New York City restaurant, and the couple who spent thirteen minutes of their first date four inches from me having explosive diarrhea.\n\xa0\nI knew it was their first date because I was listening to every word they said while I was doing that thing where you squeeze to try not to poop too loud when you know others can hear you. Maybe throwing a perfectly timed muffle-flush here and there.\n\xa0\nSpeaking of explosive diarrhea\u2026\n\xa0\nFor 70+ hours this week/end, the only time my feet hit the floor was when they were taking me from my bed to the toilet.\n\xa0\nLiterally three days into this \u201cDaily Guinness\u201d podcast experiment and I\u2019m stuck racking up frequent flyer miles on the stool pool, pouring my own \u201cpint of proper\u201d\u2026 if you catch my drift.\n\xa0\nThe timing of this was THE WORST and it got me thinking:\n\xa0\nChances are, you\u2019re like me and have been thinking of starting something ballsy, new, and maybe a little scary. When shit hits the fan at the start\n\xa0\n(or literally, \u201cthe porcelain\u201d in my case)\n\xa0\nShould we view these events as an \u201cOmen\u201d (via Paulo Coelho\u2019s \u2018The Alchemist) or \u201cResistance\u201d (via Steven Pressfield\u2019s \u2018The War Of Art\u2019)?\n\xa0\nOne hints that we should shift directions, the other dares us to push forward. They seem to contradict each other and I chat about it on today\u2019s \u201cDaily Guinness\u201d episode.