Struggling through with joy... |
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Struggling through with joy... |
Last night when I took my elderly chihuahua out for her final bathroom break, I looked up at the moon, a veil of clouds passing over and ringing it with a soft pastel aura. My heart swelled at the beauty and I felt grateful for the obligation that brought me into the backyard on a Monday night. I felt grateful for the beauty that exists in our world and the eyes to see it.
One day earlier I was mired in a foul mood so deep I flipped two dogs off as I jogged by. They barked and raced against their fences, as they always do, aching to get out and chase me, I suppose, but I couldn’t take it. I was sick of their a-hole behavior. I was sick of being a little bit afraid of them. There is no wisdom in this. I just offer it up to others like me, who swing from mood to mood in spite of all efforts to regulate. Some days are just hard. Some are beautiful. Most are both. The best thing I can do is learn to accept it.
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Natalie Dunne
3/7/2023 07:03:58 am
Love this. You flipped off dogs! 🤣🤣🤣
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3/7/2023 07:28:38 pm
As a mood swinger I appreciate this message. I have never thought to flip off the neighborhood dog, perhaps I would seem more approachable if I took the non-verbal approach.
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