Tonight I was pouring a 40 lb bag of dog food into a Rubbermaid rolling container and thought, “This is just like me right now.” Um, what?
The bag was heavy and awkward and I’m trying to pour it into this container with a comparatively smaller opening than is available for the food to come rushing out of. I was sure it was going to end up all over the laundry room floor in a huge mess, but luckily it didn’t.
I’ve been weighed down with 30+ years of coulda shoulda wouldas stuck inside a body and mind that is afraid to let them out for fear of failure. This year, for whatever reason, I feel a shift. It’s like the bag has been opened and is ready to be poured out. And the great thing is, I don’t even care if it goes all over the floor. (We’re still talking about what’s inside of me, not the dog food. I WOULD care if that ended up all over the floor.) I just want to let it out.
I don’t know what’s changed, but it’s time to feed the dogs. No, really…I’ve got to go feed my pups. Catch ya later.