I know it's been a while since I've written. And most of you probably didn't even notice, no worries there. I have been busy living life, going to school, working, having a long distance relationship... You know, the kind of life I have that seems generic.
I cleaned my fish's bowl today. Her name is Buttercup and she's the biggest goldfish I've ever seen. She is beautiful, intelligent, and I've had her for almost five years now. We are moving out of our house, to a different one about 25ish minutes away, so a few months back I down-graded her bowl from a grande circle to a smaller oval. She did not like it. Buttercup could only swim so far until she had to turn and go up or over, she didn't like the cramped space. It also didn't help that she kept growing so the bowl seemed to be shrinking.
So today as I was finishing up some school work before my actual work time, I looked up and saw her. She was going around in circles, slowly. She looked almost resigned to the fact she wasn't going to get any more space for a while, that she had to live with what she got. And I felt a pang of emotion...
I know fish can't talk, but they are living creatures and they need their space to grow. So I got up, cleaned her bowl and then transferred her to the bigger bowl she originally had. You would have thought I gave her a koi pond. She was swimming all around, excited to know her surrounding again, diving up and then down to the bottom. She was happy. She wasn't expecting a change of life.
I know, I know, she's a fish. But the whole experience just made me think that maybe I have to be willing to accept my minimal space where I don't feel like I have that much room to grow and do what I can in that space... Because right around the corner could be my bigger bowl, and my chance to grow bigger and swim farther than I would have appreciated before.
Just some random thoughts.
