You know, I am a worrier. I fret, ruminate, and hold a grudge. I get nervous, I think about what may or may not happen tomorrow, and what I will do in either case. I stew about things that have happened in the past and concoct elaborate scenarios about what I will say to someone who has wronged me when I come across them once again. In short, sometimes I am toting around an awful lot of baggage.
And then there is Pancake. She is so friendly and full of life, with a wonderfully positive attitude toward all the people, dogs and brightly-colored balls she meets in the course of her day. She is an ambassador of goodwill, wagging her tail so hard her whole back half wriggles in delight.
I think I need to cultivate an attitude like hers – less baggage, more waggage.