The Blog

Alright, as of today the blog cannot be transferred over. However, I am inquiring with my tech guy on the corrupted files. I have not given up hope that we can get it transferred. Until then I shall persevere with the new blog. For any past posts that you want, please send me an email. Assuming,however, that most of you would prefer some fresh material anyway. This is one of those moments where I remind myself "it's all good."

Welcoming Ava to the coaching team. She is 13 lbs of chewing, jumping, frantic running, kisses, and power naps. What did I do without her? Saw a bumper stick that read "who rescued who?" I love it. A perfect expression for three weeks of feelings. Rescued from a parking lot at Christmas time, she has no idea how spoiled she will be.

Rex has been gone for a month now. I hate it, absolutely hate not having him here. Sobriety and putting pets down. Who thought the two could co-exist. Apparently they can. I feel the feelings and cry—then laugh. How strange feelings can be. To know that you loved so deeply and that you have lost is a beautiful, yet harsh pairing. We always get both feelings. In sobriety we learn that we can handle both. That we are okay. That we are a better person for having felt—deeply.

For a person that escaped or chased feelings for most of her life, it is fair to say I am stunned at my ability to handle life on the terms of life.