Spectacular Day

This yard where I live is the most spectacular yard ever in the history of yards.

And this day is the most spectacular, too. In the history of days. I ran inside to tell to Jane about it.

Jane says, “Today is Wednesday, Cody. What’s the big deal?”

“Seriously!?” I said, looking at her the way I do and dancing in tight circles near the treat closet. “Look at the light and the sky and the trees and the grass and everything. Smell the air, for a minute,” I said.“Besides, you know what? There’s no such thing as Wednesday,” I said.

“What do you mean? she said.

“That’s just a name you’re giving the day which really makes it way less than it really is. It makes you miss the whole thing. It’s like saying I’m a dog or you’re a person and leaving it at that. And then you forget to explore what’s really happening,” I told her in an almost out of breath kind of way. These things are urgent for her to know, but I forget that it takes a lot for me to say all that.

Cody Yard.jpg

Here’s what I mean, Jane thinks I might get bored in the same yard everyday or going for the same walk or eating the same food. But she’s wrong. Because you know why? Every minute is awesome. Every gasp of breath is fresh.

And that’s why there’s no such thing as Wednesday. Want me to explain? Okay.  It’s like this. Wednesday is an abstraction. Big word for a little dog, right? How about this one: reification.  Need to look it up? It’s okay.

Here’s the thing: I think I know why you like thinking it’s Wednesday even though it’s really not: It makes you feel better. It makes you feel like you’ve got a hold on this life thing. And I kind of get that. But really you’d feel better if you let go of thinking it was Wednesday and then maybe you’d see how spectacular today is.  Know what I mean? Try it. Just for, um, Wednesday?

 

 

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