To be perfectly honest, I have not been feeling quite my happy self lately. My life has taken a tragic turn where every morning, I join the rest of the world in that mundane, mechanical routine of waking up and going to work. Some days, it feels like all I do is wake up, get to work, eat, work some more, go home, late dinner then sleep if only to start the same routine again. It's enough for one to wonder why we all do this. Why do we knowingly dredge ourselves through such repetitive pain, day in, day out? Perhaps it would be wonderful to go through this routine if one enjoyed their job, even better if one developed a grand passion for it. Alas, I can only hope that one day, that will be me. In the meanwhile, allow me to take consolation in the little things in life which still make me smile.
My story of the day to share begins with a typically late week night which found me sitting in front of my pc running through some last minute things when I heard a drowsy growl in my partially darkened room. Turning slightly to where Curly had been snoozing for the last half an hour or so, I gave her a good scratch behind the ears and continued on with my errands. Not too long after, the drowsiness receeded and she was up barking madly at my bedsheets. Yep, the same sheets she was sleeping on not two seconds ago. She started sniffing and scratching at them when I realized that she thought the puppy prints on my bedsheet were real. It was hysterical. She would poke her paw at it and then jump back just in case the prints came back to bite her. :) Ah... And people wonder why I want eight of them. It truly is the little things in life which makes it worth living.
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