Be More Dog
Last night my brain decided sleep was optional.
It had notes. Many notes. About everything. None of them useful.
By 3am I had solved zero problems and invented seventeen new ones. Impressive, really.
But then — coffee. The faithful one. The only relationship in my life that has never once let me down or needed to work on itself.
The sleepy cobwebs begin their reluctant retreat.
One golden shaft of spring light through the window makes a compelling argument for being alive.
And then there is Murphy.
Eyes to me. Eyes to doorknob. Eyes to me.
He has no notes from last night. No unresolved anxieties. No invented problems. Just a door and an opinion about it.
Be more dog, I remind myself.
The camera goes in my pocket. The leash goes on the philosopher.
An adventure awaits.
My brain can keep its notes.
We’re going outside. ♥️
