I have two dogs, Thor and Dez.
Before they sleep, they like to dig in their blankets and make beds.
Thor has it down pat. Dez on the other hand, can’t seem to get it right. He’ll work at it for a few minutes, stop, then decide to lay elsewhere.
He’s a bed maker in training.
It’s funny because when he gives up and finds a new spot, he’s careless.
He doesn’t see it as a waste of time. He’s just doing what dogs do.
Sometimes we spend a lot of time doing things only to end up dissatisfied with the results.
Then we feel like we’ve wasted time. We regret it, feel guilty and get down on ourselves.
I spent a few hours trying to figure out what my blog is about. Why do I write? What’s the purpose of all this typing?
And at the end of the night, I didn’t feel like I was any further along than I was when I started.
What is this imaginary standard that we hold ourselves to? Clearly, I was doing something. I brainstormed, I came up with ideas, I was trying.
Maybe that’s all we need. Could genuine effort be enough?
I never meet my own expectations, so I’m tossing them out the window. I’ll pick them up again once I learn how to use them rather than get lost in them.
I’m just going to keep working at it. I’ll never quit. I’ll never take no as an ending. I think you should do the same.
We may never understand ourselves or our lives because the answers to life’s greatest questions are beyond any “why”.
Understanding comes through living the question rather than searching for the answer.
No moment is wasted when we’re paying attention.
Even if you don’t like the bed you’ve made, I hope you fall asleep smiling because in the morning you’ll get a chance to do it all over again.