A friend posted something the other day that I can’t stop thinking about. She basically asked the question that is constantly on my mind these days: How you can be at every protest, call every senator, tweet every bully - elected and not - and somehow show up and be there for your kids? It resonated because I feel that push/pull every, single day. I want to work 24/7 to protect my boys’ future, but if I’m not present for their present as a result, what’s it all for?
We’ve all heard people say, “Don’t pray for a sign and then ignore it.” But what if you get a sign (or two, or three) about a change you don’t want to make? Some would say this is the universe guiding you to your true path. But, in reality, it just feels like life is fucking with you, pardon my French.
Y’all. I have a new job. I’m so excited to tell you about it, but before I give you the scoop, let me back up a bit.
If you read my last post, you already know that on Day Four we had a scare with our pup, Obi, that landed all of us in a 24-Hour Emergency Vet Hospital for a few very tense, very scary hours. For those who read the tale and for those who haven’t, you’ll be glad to know that on the morning of Day Five, Obi was not only back to his old self, he was his old self +++.
When last we left off, our little crew had made it across the desert in the Heat Dome, and we were enjoying Scottsdale, Arizona.
