Settling (or Beyond the Sidewalk)

Heywood. Photo by Tim Graves. Creative Commons License BY-NC-ND 3.0

Pulling the leash taught, he looked wistfully down the road. Turning his head toward me his brown eyes yearned to explore beyond the side walk.

“No. I don’t want a car to splash on me. Look at the size of those puddles,” I said calmly.

He turned and continued his wistful look followed by yearning brown eyes.

“No, not this time,” I said firmly and without harshness.

He turned and looked down the two-lane road. I waited. He looked back at me, using every cute bone in his body (he has many) to plead his case.


He yearned and turned back to me.

I nodded my head back the way we came. Letting out a sigh (really), he gave up. Moments later he found the perfect spot and we returned to the warmth of the indoors.

Like my beloved Heywood, we often have to settle in life. I’ve found that sometimes, not always, but often enough my yearning for the land beyond the sidewalk is not what I need. Sometimes settling isn’t settling at all. It is finding the joy in the perfect spot I’d passed by on my desire to go beyond the sidewalk.

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