I got a dog a couple of months ago. I needed something to cuddle. Something to distract me from my overactive mind. Sounded like a good idea. I love this little guy, too. But I didn't expect to have five people at once in my tiny 975 sq. ft house at one time. And I didn't expect that my youngest daughter, home for summer from college, would have such a strong allergic reaction to him.
My real estate career is frustrating. I'm not sure it's going in the direction that I would like for it to. My thoughts are scattered. I lack focus these days. A friend suggested Xanax but I prefer my red wine in the evenings. I need to feel what I feel in order to work through it, not cover it up. Sometimes I think I'm handling everything well and other times, I can't catch my breath and I feel like a ferret bouncing from room to room. That I'm a failure. That I lack what it takes. That I'm getting old. That it's too late to change. But then again, I'm hard on myself and I recognize that I'm living in my head too much instead of doing. And I come back here and write it all out and by the end of the page, I'm feeling lighter.
And I remember how much I need this.