The Big G knows a lot about life. Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you planned, or maybe you had a tough upbringing. But don’t let that hold you back. Now is the time to leap into each and every moment.
This is where you might be thinking, “Oh, he’s never had it rough, Mr. Fancypants with his pedigree and never-leave-the–house, luxury lifestyle.” But, believe it or not, these ears have seen and heard a lot. For example, I’ve been locked in a drawer for a day, locked in a bedroom for 2 days, and I get locked in the basement for minutes or hours at least once a week. My people say it’s accidental, but sometimes I’m not so sure. So you’d think I wouldn't go near the basement after all that locking in. But the basement is one of the most exciting places in the house. When one of my people opens the door, I bolt to the basement. It’s a wonderland of new and interesting things.
Sometimes when I leap, I fall. Literally. You’d be surprised how hard it is to stick the landing when the person you’re leaping to moves out of the way. But do I stop leaping? No, because leaping is fun!
Sometimes I eat too much or too fast and get a little tummyache and have to throw up, but do I stop rewarding myself? Hell, no!
Life is too short and too much fun to worry about past misadventures. Jump into it. Be the party! You’ll be thrilled (and sometimes a little bruised) you did.
The People Say...
I’ve never come across anyone or anything as resilient as Gribbles. He might look like a fancy boy, but he’s as impervious as rock. He actually did get locked in a full dresser drawer once, for a whole day. So he just slept through it. We’re still not sure how that happened, but can he get into some unexpected mishaps. And as for the basement, he’s off like a shot every time the door opens. It’s his own little adventure playground. The laundry is down there, and it’s easy not to notice he’s followed you when you’re putting clothes in the dryer. Sometimes it might be an hour or two later before you finally realize he’s whining at the door. And it gets cold down there. But next time you’re doing laundry, you know what’s going to happen...
And it’s not just small stuff like getting locked in places. He’s had some really bad experiences, like oral surgery gone wrong, but he bounces back like a rubber ball. He’s always focused on the next fun thing, whether it’s treats, playing, or a nap in bed with Kim. And no matter how often he comes a cropper, he doesn’t change. One time he was chasing a toy mouse, and he crashed into the kitchen cabinet so hard he snapped off one of his fangs. But he didn’t miss a beat - he just kept on chasing the mouse.
I used to think he was dumb. I thought he just couldn’t figure out that things might go bad. But I’ve realized that he just isn’t fazed. The possibility of fun is way more important to him than the risk of despair. And when you think about it, he’s right. If you’re willing to be adventurous and take risks, you’re going to have a lot more good experiences than bad ones. So go for it. Sure, you might break the occasional fang, but you’ll have a heck of a lot of fun along the way. Don’t let fear hold you back!
No comments:
Post a Comment