Riley and I have started exploring new paths for his daily walks.
Many of the public footpaths around here go over farm land and I have run afoul of some farmers because I’ve taken the wrong route, or in one case because he’s a famously grumpy old man who hates that people are allowed to walk dogs across his land.
But there are other farmers who smile and wave when they see you – even if you have strayed slightly from the route you’re supposed to be on.
Those are the farmers who have accepted the reality that people will always be allowed to walk across their land, and that some of those people will get a bit lost (or deliberately disregard the route), and they’ve just decided not to let it get them down.
So much of our happiness is dependent on this I think: how willing/able we are to accept the realities of our particular situation.