I am looking at the world this morning with much the same bleary gaze as this buffalo. As the hubs noted, this buffalo just climbed out of the wallow. Google defines wallowing thus:
(chiefly of large mammals) roll about or lie relaxed in mud or water, esp. to keep cool, avoid biting insects, or spread scent.“watering places where buffalo liked to wallow”
I’m guessing that the buffalo’s wallow was more of #1, just going off his less than thrilled expression. I was a little surprised to see #2 definition, because when I think about wallowing, it is more about wallowing in misery. Which usually results in me wallowing in chocolate or bread or something comfort food oriented.
The thing about wallowing, eventually you just have to get out and face the world, even if you’ve got mud or chocolate on your face. Even if the world doesn’t look that great. You get up. You get out. You get on with your life. Even good wallows (like #2) only take you so far. Life needs to be lived, not wallowed in. Does that make sense? It’s late and I need chocolate, so I’m not sure.
What have you wallowed in lately? How did you get out? Did you want to get out? While commenting won’t help with a wallowing problem, it will get you entered into my monthly drawing for an AnaBanana gift basket of awesome. I would totally give you permission to wallow in her bubble bath or spend time with her soaps. Cuz they are awesome. Winner is announced in first blog post of the new month. 🙂
Pauline is resisting the urge to wallow. Instead she is focusing on getting Family Treed: The Big Uneasy 1.5, finished so she can release it to the world. Okay, maybe not the world, but the parts of the world that check out Amazon for their reading. She hopes to release this “amuse bouche,” aka short story, by the end of the month. If all the stars align and no wallows beckon. To find out about her latest releases, or other bookish news, pop over to her website and subscribe to her ezine.