Six Things I Learned From My Dog This Week
My dogs might not be “great, wise teachers”—I mean, teaching is a skill and an art, and none of them seem to have gone to school for a PhD in Pedagogy that I know of. But I can still learn from them, right? Of course I can.
It’s OK to be scared of whatever it is that scares me. I mean, don’t hang out in a place of terror, get the heck outta there, but we are scared of what we’re scared of and it’s no one’s right to judge.
There is, actually, enough time and cheese in the world to overcome a lot of my fears. Yes, if I’m cautious and caring with myself, and have the good stuff at hand to reward myself, I can overcome.
The game can be fun even if I don’t win. Timber likes having a ball thrown right at his mouth. He tries, but misses almost every time. He still is having a blast. His joy in the process gave me courage to sign up for an art class, even though I am legitimately terrible at all things art.
If I put something away for a long time and then pull it out, it’s both fantastically new and fun, and somehow deliciously familiar. Soleil and her giant horse toy. Me and my banjo. Enough said.
Sometimes it’s perfectly fine to slump on the couch and eat right out of the mixing bowl. Manners are over-rated.
A good sleep and a good place to sleep are worth protecting. Be it on the comfy chair / be it on the basement stair / be it really anywhere / a good sleep truly matters.
Who knows what next week’s lessons will be?