First off, if you're looking for the post from week 11, it's with the post from week 7. . .which is not on this blog. I don't really have a good excuse for missing week 11. In fact, I even had most of the post written in my head. But I was tired, and distracted, and procrastinated writing it. Yes, procrastination is one of my talents. And before I knew it, week 12 was not only upon me, but almost over. Consequently, no week 11 post. And week 12's post is later than my usual goal (Sunday evening). So let's get to it.
Puppy love. Is there anything better? And I'm not talking about awkward, pre teen, do you want to be my girlfriend (or boyfriend) check yes or no, love. I'm talking about wet nose kisses, fluffy cuteness, puppy breath love. Not only did I spend a bunch of time playing with the most ridiculously cute puppy last week, I brought him home with me. . .to stay.
There are people I know that think this was a spontaneous, not well thought out, overall bad idea. And if I am totally honest with myself, I have had those thoughts myself. But I think those thoughts originate in my mind because of the fear of how others will judge my decision to get a puppy, and the fear that maybe everyone else is right and I am wrong.
When I really stop and think about it, these thoughts in my head actually have nothing to do with getting a puppy, and everything to do with self doubt, pleasing others, and finding myself a place in the trunk of my own life. The very things I am try to correct and heal in my life. As I have come to this realization, my thoughts of "Was this a huge mistake? Was everyone else right? Am I going to fail this dog and myself?" are receding. And instead I am looking forward with confidence and excitement in this relationship with my new fur baby.
His name is Banjo, and I'm very glad I brought him home with me. He is a good, smart, fun dog. And if that isn't enough. . .his cuteness is almost unbearable.
How have you loved yourself this week?
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