That’s what you think.
And you’ll never understand what’s going on in this picture unless I explain it.
This is my kids’ cute little bunny, Philomena. She should have a hutch in the great wild yonder somewhere, but instead, she lives in my living room. She is a two pound tyrant who likes to be the center of attention, and I’m an eejit.. So she wins. She lives in a play yard in my living room.
We also live with a yellow lab named Jack. Ninety pounds of muscle and strength… a big boy with a big bark.
Philomena is mischief. She sits around like a queen, shredding whatever she gets her teeth on. Here she has stolen my daughter’s paper doll, and is giving it a
toe amputation, er - pedicure.
My daughter is on her way to take it back. And here comes Jack. Is he a threat? Is little tiny Philomena safe? One might wonder.
Jack could eat her in one gulp.
Little Phil has biting incisors of death and destruction, and she ain’t afraid to use ‘em.
So Jack, the ninety pounder, is scared off by the two pound bunny. He retreats in haste, to lay his big head down in shame and submission.
Philomena wins again.
I am like Jack. My problems may be small, but I cannot overcome them at all. I’m so beaten that I don’t even try. One Perky little Problem sasses off to me, and I slink away with my tail between my legs, and lie down on the floor. Beaten. I don’t even have the gumption to try, to bark, or to lift up my head. I could be so much more than I am! I have power! But I’m down for the count. Poor me. I lost the fight before it began.
Some days, every once in a rare while, and only for a moment, I get to feel like Philomena. Sass and bravado in spades. I am a two pound fury that frightens away the bad guy. Problems flee like water down a cliffside. Who needs strength? I am Attitude with a capital A, and that’s all I need.
Watch out, world.
Oh, my gosh. She’s looking at me. Oh dear.
Excuse me, but I’m leaving now. Phil says it’s time to sit on the floor. So I’m going. Goodbye. I'll be brave some other day.