Well, recently I received this message from Gretchen.
Endangered nutria! And apparently, good juju. Watching the clip, my curiosity peaked, I started reading more about nutria. They aren't native to the States and they struggle to survive here. Except in Texas where they are thriving. Often mistaken for otters or beavers, upon closer inspection one realizes they aren't nearly as cute and desirable. Originally imported for their fur, they were soon rejected for other, more attractive water animals.
Then it hit me: I'm a nutria!
Like the nutria, I'm a herbivore. No one's first choice and often overlooked for more attractive rats, I struggle to adapt to "new to me" surroundings. But I'm learning to thrive in the conditions forced upon me. That's what we nutria do. We aren't terribly cute but we do okay. I mean, except for the rat tail, when you closely, they really are a little adorable in their own little nutria way.
Photo from nutria.com
So Sunday, when I'm struggling, and I surely will, I'll think of my little nutria friend from last week. And how hard they work to overcome their circumstances, determined to rise above. And I'll take a deep breath and swim a little farther, pedal a little harder, run a little faster.
Cause that's just we we nutria do.