Feel like sometimes I get my ideas down when I'm journaling wayyy better than I do when I'm actually writing and yesterday was one of those days.
I always feel a little odd sharing what I write there because I am, believe it or not, a private person & my life online is always very segregated from my life in person but I thought it was cool lol:
Dear Journal,
The kitten (my sisters cat) got in trouble today for licking the frosting off [my sister's] birthday cupcakes. It was a rough discipline that brought him upstairs all morning.
I know that animals cannot be disciplined as humans can and I know you definitely shouldn't praise them with affections after punishment but it feels really hard not to when I, at some point in my life, was the kitten. There was a time where I had not been disciplined and when first facing it realizing, not that, that behavior was wrong, but any behavior of mine could be unacceptable. In his movements, I see myself; cautious to approach a hand reached out, looming at the top step; waiting to hear confirmation of safety, stepping away from the dog who jumps and wags his tail, waiting for a playful attack.
It feels a bit like that today.
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