My husband accused me of using Lola as a crutch late Saturday night.
The fact that my immediate response was righteous (?) indignation, tells me he has a point. And perhaps, a good one.
It's ok to be sad, it's ok to miss her, but I need to get unstuck.
So, Sunday morning, I got up and cleaned the kitchen with a vengeance. Because it seemed like something to do. And I shredded documents. Lots of them. And got rid of a dead plant in the front room that has been dead for... months?
Basically, I'm trying to get my living space to less resemble my emotional state - at the moment,both are cluttered and a little dusty.
And I need to eat better, exercise more, and basically give my mental and physical states the reboot they so desperately need.
To say nothing of no longer using Lola as a crutch.
This dog, however, might be just what the doctor ordered:
ae
The fact that my immediate response was righteous (?) indignation, tells me he has a point. And perhaps, a good one.
It's ok to be sad, it's ok to miss her, but I need to get unstuck.
So, Sunday morning, I got up and cleaned the kitchen with a vengeance. Because it seemed like something to do. And I shredded documents. Lots of them. And got rid of a dead plant in the front room that has been dead for... months?
Basically, I'm trying to get my living space to less resemble my emotional state - at the moment,both are cluttered and a little dusty.
And I need to eat better, exercise more, and basically give my mental and physical states the reboot they so desperately need.
To say nothing of no longer using Lola as a crutch.
This dog, however, might be just what the doctor ordered:
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| Maybe I just need a therapy animal? |
ae
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