I have a dog. He barks. At everyone. And everything.
Drives. Me. Nuts.
The neighbors don't particularly care for it either. Except for one, who doesn't seem to mind, saying (and I quote), "Dogs bark."
She's observant. And perhaps, profound.
So here I am, thinking about how often we get annoyed at things that just are. And will be.
No. Matter. What.
Dishes will get dirty. The laundry will never be done. And quite frankly, it's inevitable that your teenager is going to use the back of the insurance check for his marching band practice record.
At least once.
And even though the check is only for $38.22, it will probably be an irksome experience.
[Irksome in this case is a nice way of saying that the smell of death might be in the air when it happens...just maybe...]
Let's face it: We're tired, stressed, overworked, sometimes underpaid, and well, way too busy.
Maybe it's time to slow down.
My good friend, Meg McConnaughy, takes a day every semester to remind her students to look at the leaves on the trees. Another friend drinks black cherry soda from a wine glass. And another makes time to run a mountain.
Whether you are a leaf-looking, black-cherry-drinking runner or whether you have another method, it might just be time to take a minute. And do that thing. Find that thing which is your place to let loose and breathe deeply.
Your dog will thank you in the morning.
[Good thing we love that dog...]
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