first thing this morning… that dog woke me up to go potty and eat. i should be grateful that it wasn’t actually first thing… it was 6:30, she did let me sleep until then, which was good. we went outside together, she trotted off into the yard to check out her territory and do her business, while i plopped down in one of the plastic turquoise Adirondack chairs we’ve got on the patio.
didn’t take but a minute before i noticed that i could breathe out there today. even though the sun was already coming up over the horizon, it wasn’t yet so hot and humid that i felt like i was walking into a wall of water. it was a good start to the day, friend.
speaking of good start… i’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of taking full responsibility for one’s life. not sure i’ll really go into it all here, not in this post at least, but i’ve seen so many places where this is such a sensitive topic. we do not like being told that we’re responsible for the things that happen in our lives, do we?