This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Tight spots. We all have them. Tight spots. Where we feel like we don’t fit in, or we can’t fit in. Sometimes, it is worth a try, though. Like this week when we had to move two campsites over. Yes, I said two campsites over. Might as well have been two states over the way we felt.
Some things aren’t worth the effort. But often, we have no choice in the matter. And so we packed everything up. Moved everything around. Carried it down the road, yeah, a few feet, and there it was.
All our junk waiting for the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV to pull in.
Except this spot was a skinny one. Almost as skinny as my butt. But not quite.
It was a stressful situation. But not for Boy Person. He surveyed the tree situation. The limb situation. The mud situation. Seemed kinda crazy to move from our favorite site and the Scarlet Pimpernel red bird. But Girl Person said that people book their favorite campsites a year in advance. What do I think about that? I think everyone should know that my favorite site is not available anytime. It should have a reserved sign up. It should have a no parking sign up. Shouldn’t law enforcement be able to secure a parameter? Give me my police tape.
But after just a few tensefull moments, the Big Blue Treat Wagon was parked again. In this spot, which we have to stay in for three weeks. Three weeks until we can get back to my spot. And if you are staying there? Be warned. My face don’t lie.
Seems like some days are just a lot of effort and we don’t get very far. Seems like overthinking, and doubts and well, tiredness can sometimes get the best of us. But more often than not, trying is what counts. If we run into a tree, so be it. At least we tried to fit into that tight spot. At least we make the effort. And yes, we may be exhausted.
Persons tell you that if you work hard enough, all of your dreams can come true. I don’t know about that. Because sometimes, circumstances beyond our control tell us how far we can go. It’s if we know that we did our best that we can get to the best place of all. Happiness with ourself. That’s a tight spot. Not many can squeeze in. Not many will try. But when you get there, you’ll know.
So pack it up and move it out. There’s a spot reserved for you. Just not mine.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle