Why does this post start with a picture of my rabbit, Harvey? Well, Harvey is my exhibit A, so to speak. When Harvey is tired, he flops down with an epic and emphatic gesture that shakes the room. Then he sleeps. When he is hungry, he rolls his purple dish around until it is filled. If he's thirsty, he'll knock the water bottle off the hinge to let you know. When he is happy, he leaps about and grinds his bunny teeth in sheer joy.
Harvey does not worry about what people will think of him, he does not care about what will happen beyond right now. He is loud, and silly and wonderful, and he is that way because he does things without the slightest care of how he appears.
I know he is a rabbit, and that hardly is a comparison for human behavior. Or is it? I think I am going to take a lesson from my furry, floppy friend and try and let go of how I am perceived by "the group". I need to listen to myself, and learn to leap and flop a bit more easily.
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