Busy Brain, Quiet Morning

 A dog walk, a restless night, and the strange ways a mind tries to settle.

Dog Walks, Busy Brains, and Strange Nights

The dog and I went for a walk to the park this morning. I was hoping she’d do her dog dirt by the Mormon church so I could toss it in the bin and keep going, but she didn’t. So no second lap. I kept thinking she’d save it for the city side, but nope — nothing. Just me, the dog, and the quiet disappointment of carrying an empty bag.

So I snapped a photo, took a breath, and kept walking. Another little adventure with Dixie.

Last night was a whole different story. My brain was running wild — like I was collared to the temple by the neck chain, dragged into thoughts I didn’t want, didn’t consent to, didn’t ask for. Word order all scrambled, meanings twisting around each other. I couldn’t shut my busy busy brain off until three or four in the morning. Eventually I just handed the whole mess over to the dog, like, “Here, you take it. I’m done.”

Five hours of sleep, maybe. Listening to a book until I drifted. And somewhere in there, memories of that young Mormon kid at Save-On picking out my groceries, making comments that hit wrong — bigoted, sexist, fascist vibes — like he wanted to launch me instead of help me. It stuck with me longer than it should have. I didn’t want any part of that energy, so I drowned it out with Mamma Mia and more books, arguing in my head with the greed and corruption of fiction turning into non-fiction.

Didn’t want to see any of it. Didn’t want to feel any of it. So I left that illegitimate election of thoughts behind and tried to dream my way back to something real.

I don’t know why anyone would start their brain at twenty‑five. I didn’t start mine until I was twenty‑three and done post‑secondary. But somehow it all happens anyway. A peace child can still make someone smile, even on the weird days.

And today, at least, I got a walk with my dog. Sometimes that’s enough to reset the whole system.

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