One phrase pisses me off—”I hate.”
Someone once said to me, “I hate cheese.” How could a lactose-tolerant American reject a food product with thousands of varieties?
Saying “I hate” closes us off. It stops us from seeing the good in something.
I avoid saying it. And I’m glad Honey doesn’t say it either.
Honey Goes Swimming
With temperatures in the low 90s yesterday (33 C), we headed to the Ithaca Falls to cool off.
Honey and I regularly wade in the shallows. She loves getting her paws wet. But swimming? It’s not her favorite.
We head into the water. I’m carrying her favorite squeaky toy and a bag full of treats.
The bottom is rocky and uneven. Eventually, her hind end floats up while she keeps one front paw touching a rock. Honey smells the salami I’m holding out to her and she goes for it. She swims to get her treat.
Once she’s swimming, I support her belly and help her turn so she can swim back to my husband. We repeat this three or four times.
Then Honey’s done. It’s time to dry off.
Honey’s probably never going to be a dock diver. But I’m glad she didn’t “say” I hate swimming and shut her off from that experience.
I can learn from her willingness to try new things.
Pamela and Michael Go Sailing
I’ve been hesitant to try new things.
But as I get older, I’m more likely to say “WTF.” What’s the worst thing that could happen?
I also look back and realize that some of the things I’ve done, like traveling with strangers through Europe or buying a house in a marginal neighborhood next to drug addicts, would frighten many people. So even if I haven’t bungee jumped or climbed Everest, I’m not a total coward.
I didn’t think for too long before replying to the couple looking for sailing crew.
And that’s why Mike and I will spend September sailing the Kuna Yala islands off Panama.
We’re joining a couple who have been living aboard and sailing for the past 15 years since leaving their Cape Town, South Africa home. So I’m not worried about the sailing.
But what if our hosts hate us?
A 53 foot sailboat is huge. Unless you’re living on it with someone you hate.
Luckily, the kind of people who invite strangers to sail with them are not the kind of people I expect to use the phrase “I hate.” Who could be more open to new experiences than someone who sails the world with strangers?
Because Honey stayed open to playing in the water, she was able to swim when the chance (and tasty enough reward) presented itself.
Because I decided 45 is not too old to learn to sail, I’m going to enjoy the experience of a lifetime. And because my husband never says “no” I’m going to share it with my best friend.
I’m glad no one in my family says “I hate.” After all, it’s good for the dog and good for us.