When a dog is cooped up in the backyard, it trots around dutifully, checking the boundary and ensuring that everything is OK.
It sniffs the air, aware that there is something beyond the fence.
But if the gate is left open and it gets the chance, it will make a run for it.
Tail in the air.
Tongue hanging out.
Looking around feverishly for what to do first.
Here’s the thing. You can live in a yard, herded in by your fears and your perceived limitations.
Or you can live as though the gate has been left open.
Exploring the world.
With a smile on your face.