Self Love starts with Friendship with yourself
Making a job from a place I call Home
So I basically have had a shit past couple days, I have been doing destructive things just because I can. I've been trying to be positive for people who ask even though I am not really. I didn't know how "off" I've been until this evening when a song from Pink was playing while I am driving. The Great Escape
So WTF is wrong with America and their fear of hugs?
Many of you may not like Mondays. But why is that? Did you have such a great time over the weekend that the thought of going to work seems depressing? Is your work life that much different from your personal life? Are you ok with that? Is work an end to your means or the reason why you exist?
People claim to know what normal is or isn't. They know what it looks like. How the hell is that possible?
Returning from my Labor Day away in Portland, I was listening to Pandora and an ad for Seattle music comes up. I clicked it and added *visitseattle as a channel. Was it a sign? Did the Universe know I was jonesing for some new music? Both or neither could be true. Either way, I have been enjoying some distinctly "Seattle" music.
So recently my life has gone through a tremendous change and I am having a hard time comprehending it. One of the constants in my life since birth has been change. I have lived in at least 13 different cities in my life, and probably nearly two dozen addresses which factor at moving every 2 years since birth. For the first time in a long time I have an option of what I want to do with my life and where.
I find most of the world around me very limiting. There are rules for everything these days, what time to start work, speed limits, stop lights, times restaurants start/stop serving dinner, taxes, ways to dress, the right things to say, standing forward in an elevator, what to include in a resume, which fork to use, and how to make small talk. I believe all these "rules" are meant to control people, keep them in a little box and limit their creativity and impact on the world.
I started my day as any other day with intentions and plans of what I would get done, achieve, and finish. And like most days I get taken away, swept up. Most days I journey down a path of misdirection not discovering anything new. But somedays, like today I am I directed to a place that makes me feel like home, a place that I can't seem to find but instantly know when I am there. I want to revel in it, throw off my coverings and embrace the warmth and love. Drink it all in knowing I can't stay here, that I will be called away to soon.
I haven't published for a long time, several years specifically. I don't know why I stopped probably because I was writing for others (whom I didn't even know) instead of writing for myself.
My dog walking directory is set up. I went to the 2nd Annual Dog Fair in San Diego, California. Shared my dog walking ideas with other dog friendly people and received great feed back. One of the pieces of advice was to add zip codes to the dog walking directory for customer to use to search.