Khrystos Razdayetsia! Slavite yoho! Xpbctic Bockpec! He is risen! Merry Ukrainian Christmas! It is January 7, 2013. Clearly the Season is still with us. Much, much too early to go back to my humbugness…even if I have been sick for the last three weeks. Too bad. Suck it up, Buttercup! Life goes on. The wheel still turns. Look, the sun heard me and is peeping over my right shoulder. Right on, Saigon!
In keeping with my agreement to follow the Four Agreements, I’m doing the best I can at each moment. I don’t have to feel great all the time. I’m not. I don’t have to be motivated all the time. I’m not. But the least I can do is my best in these moments. My best is easier with developing habits that can carry me when my energy is lagging, when my resolve is sagging, and when I feel like a petulant child. What I would like to do is pout and stomp my feet.
How smart would that be? How would that work for me? NOT! So instead, I pout a little and get on with my number one focus….keeping house clean of Sheba’s hair. I bring out the pork hide chew, brushes, and scissors. It works well. While she is busy chewing, I can brush away to my heart’s content….her tail, her butt, her underside. I am getting less and less hair every day, though she is still shedding alot. One day, one day. Our next project will be her nails! For that I will get her an extra long chew. It will be worth the effort.
Here she is looking pretty smart in her Christmas coat and booties from my mother. She glows in the dark. Yeah, we can go out at night!
So that is how life is….little moments, difficult moments, boring moments. But when you string them together, you can get some pretty good times. You can get a life.