My morning began with shoveling snow. Baby, who assisted me by following my every step on the driveway, then decided she didn't want to come inside. Instead, she took off in a slow trot. As I approached her, she ran further. This game took place for almost a mile and a half before we were both running. When I finally got her to stop and could leash her, I had to walk her home. I did this with optimism (and a t-shirt w/ sweats -- I was cold). When I got to my house, I slammed the door to let her know I was mad. I heard a bang behind me and noticed it was my "Emerson" plaque that Kirsten Perra gave me when I first moved to Louisville. It fell to the floor and I took it as a symbol that I needed to pay attention to.
Life is suffering. That is a Buddhist belief. Yet, we can approach life through a philosophy of happiness. That is a choice. It's hard at times and I don't like my angry self. Ah, but to know anger, is to appreciate the peace that much more.
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