We’re in a holding pattern. Toby is down, then up. Yesterday he was down, and I was consumed all day, thinking of him. Then after a short walk, some hamburger (extra lean beef) and smoked gouda cheese, he perked up a bit. When Alex came home, he greeted her at the door. When Steve came home, he went nuts.
I am in a funk, and feeling guilty, because it’s spring, and who is in a funk in the spring? I am tired of tofu, and spinach and almonds. I want an exciting, challenging, meaty (yes, I said meaty) project at work. I ran across a quote the other day that said “you can’t expect anything different to happen, until you do something different” (or something like that).
I thought of the quote when I woke up this morning.
Trying…to appreciate, to be gentle with myself, and to imagine something different.