Cats, Dogs, and Enjoying Today

08Apr08

The Champagne for the Soul challenge update- one week of joy.  Mike Mason’s challenge was to choose joy intentionally rather than default to depression.  Well, I’m ashamed to say I actually suffered withdrawals from going off depression.;-)  Two things have stood out to me this week about the state of mind.  One I learned from my dog.  

Carson’s Dog Day: *

6:30 a.m.   Greet my family- my favorite part of the day!!

7:30 a.m.   Watch the family eat breakfast- my next favorite part of my day!!

8:00 a.m.  Ride to school with the kids- my next favorite part of day! I get treats from the principal!! That is my favorite part of my day!

8:30 a.m.  Watch my mom workout- My favorite part of my day!

Morning: Take a nap!  A personal favorite activity of mine!

Afternoon:  Sun myself- My favorite part of my day! Unless it is raining, in which case I would get to enjoy my favorite activity… napping!

3:30 p.m.  Go get the kids!  My favorite part of the day!

7:30 p.m.  Eat my dogfood, which is lovingly coated in sauce every time my family remembers that is my favorite!

9:00 p.m. Family reading time- my favorite part of my day!! 

10:00 p.m.  Go to Bed…  What a wonderful day I had!!

 

Now contrast that with Marcelino’s Cat Day:

Day 785 of my captivity.  My tormenters continue to barrage me with psychological warfare, tying furry things on strings in hopes of driving me insane.  I return their tactics by scratching up their furniture, vomiting up hairballs, and showing my deep disdain for them when they screetch “Here kitty, kitty.”  Noise torture, I’m no fool.  I’ll simply outlast them by never giving more than a steely glare.

 

And Mike Mason rendered a joke along the same theme:

Three old men were sitting on a park bench, discussing why they’d had such a great life.  The first old man said, “My wife and I have had sex twice a week for our entire married life. I’m sure that’s the secret of why things turned out so well.”  

“Oh yeah?” said the second.  “My wife and I have had sex three times a week, and I’m two years older than you.  I guess I’d have to say my life has been even better.”

The third guy just sat there smiling to himself.  The other two, after a pregnant pause, asked him what he was so happy about.  

He replied, “My wife and I have always had sex once a year, and today is my day.”

 

So, that’s what I’ve learned during week one.  Today is my day.  My day to love.  My day to pray.  My day to enjoy.  My day to stop worrying about “my tormenters” and start appreciating all that is my favorite part of my day!  

*Dog/Cat diary adapted from a post I saw online by an anonymous author.
© AmyinDallas, 2007-2008

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