I envy my dog. I envy that she gets to lie on the sofa, blissfully unaware that the American people are reeling from the results of Tuesday night’s election. Some of us are reeling in disbelief while others are reeling from celebration.
My dog doesn’t know this, and she doesn’t care. She lies on the sofa, waiting for me to put on my running shoes. Her ears perk up when I walk into the kitchen. She can hear me uncap the peanut butter jar from a mile away. She’s never heard of Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump, and she doesn’t give a damn about either of them, either.
She’s pretty amazing, my dog. She cares about love, and following her heart. And my dog’s heart is big, so big. She loves everyone, regardless of their looks, their color. She wants everyone to be happy, and to throw a tennis ball her way. She wags her tail excitedly whenever we pass anyone on the trails because who knows what treats they might have hidden upon them, what stories they might tell, what gifts they might bring to the world?
Instead of complaining about the election results and spreading fear and distrust, I’m going to try to be more like my dog. I’m going to make my heart big and fill it with hope. I’m going to follow my dreams and be kind and listen to others. I’m going to run joyfully through the snow and smile when I pass others, even those who follow different philosophies, different mindsets. I’m going to strive to be happy, to write well and to live fully.
George Herbert said, “Living well is the best revenge.”
So no matter how you voted or who or what you believe in, let’s all strive to be happy, to treat one another with kindness and respect, to live well and fully and gloriously. Let’s all do this, okay?