Detroit loves to investigate. She sniffs the lawns as she walks and sometimes stops to root down deep, parting the blades of grass or searching below fallen leaves. Occasionally, she comes across something unpleasant and her whole body reacts, springing away from the offending object. I can’t tell what it was that caused her to jump into the air and then run away, but I imagine it is something pungent or prickly.
Once she has moved away from whatever offended her, she never looks back; she just moves ahead, onto exploring the hidden mysteries and treasures of the next lawn.
This scenario played out the other day and I thought, “Note to self; run away from whatever is pungent or prickly, and don’t look back.”
Of course, the pungent, prickly things in my life are usually associated with people, and I often find it difficult to disengage completely. I don’t want to seem rude and I don’t want to offend by just moving away.
I’ve recently come into a prickly situation. Some friends have suggested I fight for what I want, but after the stress and loss of the last few years, I don’t have much fight left in me. My priorities have realigned and what might have seemed worth fighting for a few years ago does not seem worth the effort now. I’d rather pack up my toys and move to another sandbox.
The other day as I was pondering my current dilemma, Kenny Rogers’ lyrics came to mind:
“You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run…” Of course, the problem is in knowing when to hold, fold, walk away or run.
I think that dogs have it easy. Life is much more straight-forward for them. Sniff and like or sniff and run away.