There are lots of things I envy my office cat for. His unhurried schedule for one; if he wants to sleep the day off; he sleeps the day off. His trained office of masseurs for another; all he needs to do to get a good tummy rub is meow.
And you get real envious real quick when you’re sweating down a deadline and he’s sleeping all comfy on the chair next to you!
But as I was rubbing him down the other day, I noticed something new about him. He was enjoying my rub so much, not because I had magical massaging fingers, but because he was totally in the moment of it.
The tummy rub was what was happening right there and then, and he spent it for all it was worth without thought of the future or past.
Who said you could stop?