A Little Piece of Peace

So, I realize that I've been non-talky lately. I've been so, so stressed out lately. I just kind of shut down and went inside for a bit. First, what the hell is up with this damn economy? What goes up must come down, but whoa! Stresser number one, will I have a job tomorrow? Nobody knows the answer to that and unfortunately the US lost about 160,000 jobs last month. Then, my Dad is having a lot, and I mean a lot, of complications with his recovery from open heart surgery. I just lost my Mom in February, I was not about to lose my Dad in the same year. Not going to happen. Thankfully, he is doing better. He is currently in rehab working on gaining some strength back.

Well, since my Dad was out of commission, I took his animals. Ok, if I ever think it is great idea to have two dogs and two cats in a two bedroom apartment ever, kick me. They are getting along great. And, I love them so much. But, I have to clean all the damn time to keep my place from stinking. I seriously don't think I give each of them the attention they deserve either. Funny thing though, when I walk into another room, they all get up and follow me. I feel like Snow White or something. Sometimes I just get up to see them all follow me. Hey, I have to have a little fun, right? Well, taking both the dogs on a walk has been a special treat. One goes one way, the other goes the other. The leashes get tangled. I dropped Riley leash and he went running again. Yes, for those of you that remember, I've done this before. This time, I had the brilliant idea to catch him by stepping on the leash. The leash swung around my leg and cut the hell of me. I had two very deep gashes on my leg. Guess what? They got infected. I had to go to the doctor and spend lots of money on antibiotics and special cream.

Saturday, I went to an all day "Mindful Living" meditation retreat. OMG, I feel so much better. I have so much more clarity. If I lose my job, I lose my job. I can't worry about that. It will just be another adventure in my so called life. I've always wanted to live in Denver or Fargo or Thailand. I'm going home to spend a week getting my Dad back on his feet after rehab. Plus, he really wants his animals back. He asks about them everyday. So, Bailey and Tommy are going home on Thursday. And, my leg? It is healing. The smaller one has closed up and is just red now. The deeper cut is still oozing all kind of yuckiness (sorry, that's gross). But, it too, is healing. Just like me. I'm healing from this messy little thing we call life.

I probably won't post again until I get back to Dallas. Hope all is well in your own little messy worlds. Wishing each of you a little piece of peace.

Take Care.

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