November 5, 2003
Fenced In
Yet another puppy shot. I just can't help myself. The sturdy little stance and the intense stare is now compared with the shy and tremulous little guy we brought home a couple of weeks ago. Amazing how fast they learn and grow at this age...
And, on the somewhat tortured metaphor front, I can now see a fence that I had built for myself this year. For whatever reason I wanted to closely define what kind of work was for me... and of course that isn't what the universe is going to provide. The lesson that I have been learning is to have patience, which does not at all come naturally to me.
My father is impatient; score another point for solid genetics here. Don't paint me as totally ungrateful however. Occasionally it can be a very useful character trait, especially if you choose to live in New York City for any period of time. Impatience is actually required for life as a New Yorker, but up here I find myself yelling at slow drivers too often...
Back to the fence. I took it down in my mind's eye yesterday. Mark told me I was limiting myself by my machinations and he is right. Luigi's fence is still there. He can clearly see the world through it, especially the squirrels.