I took Ginger for a walk this morning. The sun had barely come up, and the smell of dew was fresh in the air. It was surprisingly cool, and it felt new to be doing anything so early.
We walked to the large open field, and I took off her leash. I watched as she ran and ran, picking up speed. I smiled at the way she enjoyed it. As if she knew that it would be a good day; if for no other reason than just because. I watched her, and I felt so envious of her.
The way she ran with the wind in her hair, a smile on her face, and so much life.. I was envious because it has been a very long time since I've felt that way. Really, I'm not sure I've ever felt that.. free.
I've been feeling weighted down lately. By what, I don't know. I have time to myself, love interests, but something just feels off. I wondered is it that something really is off? Or did I just want it to be?
There are so many things going for me.. So I know that I'm doing well.
Then it hit me. Things are going well. I am on the path to success- what ever my personal success may be. What's wrong is that unlike Ginger, my leash has been on. I'm not out having fun, not roaming freely. I've cooped myself up with my dog and a television. Of course I feel something is off.
That something is me.
So I made a promise to myself. It's a pretty easy one to keep. Take off the leash.
I'm doing just that.
