Dog Doo-Doo

Walking my dog, at times for me, is relief. Other times--really, really frustrating. Especially in the cold, when he takes forever to poop. Often, I can tell Bizoux needs to doo-doo really bad! But refuses to relieve himself until he finds *the* perfect spot. I mean, I literally watch him go in circles. Which really means, I walk in circles...just waiting until he finds THE spot to dump. In my head, I’m like: bruh: don’t you know this is ALL grass? All of it is dirt. It’s all good. Just find a spot and be content with it.

I am so like that. So often.

Looking for the next, perfect place in my life to settle into. That rationale leads to discontentment.

So, I’m reminding myself: it’s all grass, soph. It’s all good. Just pick a spot. Do your thing. Relieve yourself of the unnecessary venture of constantly looking. You’ve already found it. All that you need, all that your heart desires.