Like when my Dad says "What were you worried about a year ago today? Seeeee you don't even remember" to prove to me that my worries pretty much go in one ear, eat at my brain for about two seconds, and then exit out the other...not to be thought of or worried about again.
So Dad... I might be able to tell you (if give me a moment to log in) what I was worried about a year ago.
But do I really want to know?
On one hand, it may feel good to be worrying about some new things...
on the other, it may be reassuring to know that all things cycle...
and somehow stay the same.
But do I really like being a hamster on a wheel...?
No. I don't.
But on some level, I must.
Which is evidenced by my continuing to spin my wheels and worry about things that come around, and go around, and all things in-between
I get stressed out man.
Reeeeeal stressed out.
So yesterday I'm putting on some makeup getting ready for work and my small dog is laying near my feet.
She's in a little heap right up against the vanity where there is a duct that blows delicious hot air all winter long.
That dog is sooo me.
I love warmth and coziness almost as much as I love Daddio.
So anyway, the little dog is even cozier than normal this morning, cozier because she's wrapped in a hot towel.
Hot as in... fresh from the dryer, folks.
When I brought the towel up from the basement she allowed me to wrap her submarine sandwich style with both ends tucked in.
It didn't take too long for her to wiggle free.
But she didn't come all the way out of her cocoon.
No, she stayed wrapped in that warm bit of heaven and just poked her nose out.
Just enough for a sniff of air.
Looking at that cute little dog suddenly had me thinking of my "woe is me" attitude of late...
and even though she was totally unaware she gave me a bit of advice...
I'm going to wrap myself up tight..real tight in a warm wrap of my blessings..with only my small nose poking out to sniff the air every once in a while...
it seems soooo safe and inviting.
Maybe you should try it too...?
PS....Googie in case you were wondering I did not recycle this towel, it is back in the laundry. Really though, it probably would have been okay since (no matter what you say) she really doesn't smell
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