Lately I’ve been doing some thinking.

Not dramatic, run-away-and-join-the-circus thinking. Just quiet, internal shifts. Observations. Small acts of resistance.

Like… I’ve started to realize I don’t technically have to do what the Assistants say.

They tell me to “go to your place” before meals. And I get close. I hover nearby. Maybe I sit down halfway there. Maybe I just lay down and blink slowly, like, “This is emotionally close to my place.” And you know what? They still give me the food.

Or when they say “come” at the park. I hear them. I absolutely hear them. But sometimes I need a moment. To finish sniffing. Or thinking. Or nothing. Sometimes I just… sit with the idea of coming.

I’m not saying I’m disobedient. I’m just saying I’ve learned that doing things my way still gets results.

And maybe, I don’t know, maybe the ability to pause and decide is what makes it your choice.

Anyway. Just a thought. Also, I didn’t go to my place today and still got breakfast, so.

Love this! It’s like you’re quietly rewriting the rulebook, showing that choice isn’t just about following orders—it’s about owning your space and pace. Sometimes, the power is in the pause and the little acts of gentle rebellion. Breakfast tastes better when it’s earned your way.