Sunday Round Up and Goals for Next Week

Last week was mostly a bust. At least after Wednesday. I did meet my word count goal of 4k words by bedtime Tuesday. I actually had over 5k! I did blog three days. But on the work out front? Big old fail. I did do my back PT exercises one day and about five minutes of a yoga video one day. But I was sick most of the week with a sinus infection.

So, let’s move from the land of unmet goals to the land full of possibility, AKA next week.

  1. I want end Friday with 10k words on my Camp NaNo project.
  2. Thirty minutes of yoga three days during the week.
  3. Walk thirty minutes three days during the week.

No reason I can’t meet those goals.

 

And, speaking of Camp NaNo, we have an awesome local leader who has planned many events for us throughout the month. Unfortunately I’ve only been able to attend one event. This morning she had us to her house for yoga and write. Three of us participated. We spent about forty five minutes doing some very gentle beginner yoga. Many years (a couple of decades actually) ago I practiced yoga on a daily basis. I realized today how much I miss it.

After yoga we did a thirty minute word sprint. So awesome to write with friends. Great fellowship.

 

Hello 2015

A new year. Evolving thoughts and goals. Things that once filled my mind no longer matter.

I have come to truly believe that saying that the most important things aren’t things at all.

Friendships become more important to me the older I get. Several friends and I started the new year by meeting for breakfast this morning. I hope it becomes a thing we do every first weekend of January.

But beyond that I hope we stop waiting for “occasions” to get together. I hope we get together just because. Just because we value each other. Just because it’s fun.

We met at Cracker Barrel this morning. We sat at a large round table, drank coffee and ate eggs, bacon, biscuits, gravy while we talked dogs.

I felt nourished. Not from the eggs, bacon, and grits. But from the feeling of belonging. The feeling of being with friends who mostly get me.

So I claim this the theme of this new year. Nourishing. Friends. Spending time as opposed to passing time.

When My Dog Became More Than “My Dog”

I’ve been trying for a week to figure out how to articulate something I’m sure many other dog people have experienced.  I’m equally sure many of those people have explained the phenomenon much better than I ever will.

But here goes.

Something shifted in my relationship with Jack last Sunday. I can tell you the exact moment it happened, though I didn’t realize it until a couple of hours later. The shift was subtle, but also paradigm shifting for me.

He became my partner, my true friend, a piece of me.

I know that sounds over the edge for lots of people, even people who love animals. But something shifted as I crossed the start threshold with him at the ORT. We became more than just handler and canine. We became a team. He understood what I asked him to do, and he did it. Willingly. With joy. I watched him work that hide in awe of his abilities, knowing I had to trust him completely to show me where it was, and that he would show me.

We communicated.

More than just me reading his alert.

I asked him to do something.

He agreed to do it.

He gave me information.

I understood what he told me.

A team. A partnership. A friendship truly from the heart.