Life as a Journey Does Not Follow a Straight Line but Let It Not Come in Circles
I’m claiming back my story.
My body is on its way to recovery. I’m healing. I’m healed. I’m 100% better today than yesterday.
My words have power. Today, I’m creating a new story about me and my future.
I stopped drinking coffee for a month, that is a story.
I am taking a happy pill, that is a story.
I remember a story about a beautiful woman, that is a story.
I’m done with the question, what will I write today? I’m lifting myself out of the rut I am in, or writer’s block, or my shadow self.
But that isn’t the story for today.
We went to the vet yesterday, every three months both Phi and Crocker need their anti-deworming and anti-fleas protection. While waiting, my partner and I were talking to some of the fur parents who were also waiting for their turn.
It is easy for me to find myself asking questions, or having a chit-chat with fellow dog owners, or dog lovers. It is something I was never known for, before having Phi and Crocker in my life.
I changed.
Before our turn, we recognized Bambino, the golden poodle we met a couple of months…
