Being Me: Just Write
I think someone has already written the book, "Everything I know in life I learned from my dog." This is my dog, Dixie. Every time I pen a gratitude list, Dixie is on it. She is 25 solid pounds packed into a squat body that burst with enthusiasm every day. I would allow Dixie bed privileges because she loves being a lap dog, but unfortunately her smug face makes for a "wake the dead" snore that would keep even the hardest sleepers from a REM cycle. Instead, she hurries into the bedroom every day like it's Christmas morning. Her happiness knows no limits. Her body is too small to contain the amount of excitement she brings to every day. She is a source of inspiration. Dixie starts each day with joy. As she trails my feet from the bed to the bathroom (licking at my ankles), I know in her way she is grateful for me as I am grateful for her. I love that Dixie is unable to be anywhere else but in the moment. When it comes to writing if I am unfocused I am unproductive. If I hit a block I don't get hung up on it. Instead, maybe I skip ahead to another thought or I take a break altogether. I know that if I am anywhere else except for this moment the words will not find their way to the paper. I also know that if I am too hard on myself for the quality of my work I need only to turn to Dixie where her "beingness" reminds me to be happy and grateful.
