Today I gave my dog an ice cube.
I know what you're asking, why on earth is that note worthy or even interesting? Well, to answer you have to to go back a little bit.
Our apartment is still in that obnoxious stage of unpacking where its a disaster because everything is making its way out of boxes but their "homes" haven't been found yet. I also have this lovely habit of half finishing my projects. So I'll start one, get halfway done, and then get distracted. But because I know that I'll come back to it I just leave everything out waiting...you can see how this could become problematic.
So this cycle of sad has been weighing on me and I've been very much in a self pity mode. Which is just not attractive y'all!
At any rate, I'm sitting here, being mopey, and I decide to go get some water. I have this issue with water...as long as its ice cold I can drink just about anything, and the water here is NASTY. Pull out ice cube tray, put some in glass, accidentally drop one. At which point the Pup-tar runs over to beg for it. Naturally I hand it to her which then starts the cutest thing ever.
See, she likes to play with her food. So she'll take whatever it is, in this case the ice cube, to a fairly empty space of floor where she'll drop it and then proceed to bounce around it all the while playing nose tag with it. In that moment she is the happiest little dog the world has known, all because of an ice cube.
Today this struck me. I realized that I need to take a page from her book. I'm getting caught up in these huge things, things I have no control over and because of that I'm missing the little chances for joy. Those ice cube moments are wasted on me because I'm choosing to ignore them.
I live in a beautiful area. I have a wonderful husband. I have an amazing mom and some pretty awesome cousins, aunts, and uncles. I married into an incredible family who I wouldn't trade for the world. I have a roof over my head, electricity to run the tech stuff that I'm playing with right now, food in my refrigerator, clothing on my booty, and shoes on my feet (assuming that put them on of course). And these are just the big things! Imagine what the list would be if I started listing the specific minutia that makes my life wonderful.
Today I gave my dog an ice cube, and in the 5 minutes it took her to eat it she taught me just what was really wrong with my life. And it wasn't at all what I thought it was.
