Self-Doubt

Sometimes i see something in the woods, and i think to myself, “i just have to run after that!”  Usually i’m not suppose to just take off after what i see, but how else am i going to find out what’s there!?  Maybe it’s a deer, or a squirrel (i love to chase squirrels), or a phantom dog come to visit me!  i don’t know what it is, but it caught my eye and BAM, i have to go.  It’s not that i doubt the decision to run head first into the forest…or the lake…or the river…or the snow, i mean, that’s always fun…it’s that i doubt if i’m running right.

That is a silly self-doubt, but i wonder if maybe i should have gone left first, or maybe i should have zigged when i zagged.  i wonder if the effort will be worth the pay-off when i’m belly deep into what i saw.  i wonder if i saw anything at all or if it was a momentary mirage. In the end, none of those doubts matter because if i make a mistake it will only be another small imperfection in a perfect me.

Do you know why?

It is simple, i am the only me, so how could my run possibly be wrong?

Have you ever seen a 130 pound hot mess of a puppy go barreling into the woods…or the lake, or the river…or the snow?

Picture tail bouncing, eyes blazing, mouth open, and drool flying.  Hear a thoroughbred horse racing down the back stretch.  Imagine the air blowing through your fur and your heart as open and free as the first time you sprinted across the dog park.  i’m a dog, i love life, and i have flaws.  i’m perfect.  imperfect.  Just. Like. You.