We all make up our own stories about life and who we are. Unfortunately, most of us get stuck there, thinking there's only one way to see the world, and when we're in that kind of space, we slowly lose the ability to experience joy in every situation.
My kitten doesn't know yet that there's only one way to see the world. He doesn't know that life is supposed to be boring, that he's supposed to be a cat and just sleep and eat and be demanding. He doesn't know he's supposed to look down on my dog instead of cuddling up to her when he's tired. He doesn't know that acknowledging the existence of the doorbell is beneath his dignity instead of running to see who's here every time it rings.
No, my kitten hasn't figured out his story yet, and so for him every single moment is joyful. The world is truly his oyster, and everything in it is there purely for his enjoyment. So much so that he struggles against sleep until he just can't fight it anymore and his eyelids close against his will. And his world is so full of joy that even those watching him catch some of it too...
I love life, but I can't say I love it to the degree my kitty does. And that's because I've got my story. But a lot of my story is boring - I know this because I'm not joyful in every single moment, and if I'm not joyful in every single moment it means I'm on autopilot - with a boring story.
So this week I've been looking at switching my story around a bit. I've been changing my routine whenever I think of it, pushing myself to do things differently and asking myself, "who said?" Who said life has to be the way it is, and do I believe that?
My kitten loves his life because that's all he knows - that it's his. It's there for him, and him alone, and it's there to be explored. My kitten is a big, scary tiger, and nothing is too big for him to conquer. My kitten hasn't learned the language of "I can't" yet. My kitten asks for love when he needs it. I think I have some things to learn from him.