Why do we so naturally identify ourselves in negative terms? Why are we so quick to list all the ways we don’t measure up? Before long, our identity becomes grounded in whatever lack we focus on most. It’s sad, but maybe not that unusual…
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Continue reading →I rotate between doggies, feeding them morsels from a designated fork. Occasionally, one will rise. If I say, “sit,” the dog will listen, but only if I preface this with their name. Otherwise, she assumes I’m talking to another pack member. Our senior pooch stomps during the entire breakfast. She wants to make sure I notice her. Our youngest gal takes each morsel with gusto, and our youngest male snorts between bites. Theirs is a breakfast fit for champions. …
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