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Up in the air but eyes on the prize
It was a weekday. Before I opened my eyes, I felt one of my arms wrapped around some big, firm but soft shape. Slowly, my heavy eyes still closed, I ran my hands up and down trying to use my sense of touch to make up what it was, and why it was in my bed. When I couldn’t immediately tell what it was, eyes still closed, I went into my head and tried to unbox the memories from the night before. Nothing. Better open my eyes then, I thought. And as unready as I was to face the sunlight lighting up the room, I squinted. “Oh,” I said. “Right.”…
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It’s not your dog, it’s me
“Good-natured, thoroughly emphatic human being who doesn’t love animals but means well.” Those are the first words that came to mind as an idea for a potential dating profile, if I ever had one, after an encounter with a dog yesterday. First, let me say that I don’t understand why people act surprised when I won’t even ask them about their dog. I witness a lot of dog and human interaction in my neighborhood, and dog owners almost seem to expect you to ask if their dogs can be pet. Evidently, a lot of people ask. There’s a lot of petting from strangers going on. But not me; I’m not…
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The Fear of Being Stuck
The fear of being stuck in life… It’s like looking around and just knowing, you were born to do more; you can do more than this. It’s like seeing the end of the day every single day, knowing you can’t but wishing you could change the sunset’s hues. It’s like pushing against a brick wall ‘til your bones crack, when you haven’t even moved. It’s like force-feeding yourself because you know that’s all there is. It’s learning to be patient with yourself and the custom-made world we live in. It’s being mega careful with which doors you exit and which ones you enter through. The fear of being stuck in…
