14/10/2020
I’m dog sitting this little tiny (double adjective because she’s really soooo small😹) dog named Sammie. Every time I lie on the bed, she stands by the side of the bed and barks to come up & join me. She’s too small to get up herself, so she needs a human to help her out. Every time, without fail, I lean over to pick her up and put her on the bed, and she runs, just far enough for me not to reach her. She barks again. Again, she’ll run get just out of my reach. I cannot help her.
Sometimes I feel like Sammie. I really want something, it becomes so close, definitely within reach & then I back away. RUN!! For whatever reason. Usually probably fear. I’m unworthy! I’m not ready! I don’t need help! I’m strong! So I stay, stuck, rather than getting a lift and rising into whatever it is I’m going for.
It’s laughable now, especially considering the lil dog still barking to get up, as I type this story to you. I smile as I remember that sometimes, I should really just accept the damn help and quit my barkin.