This week has been an interesting one. We met a new family member, a foster fur kid. Friday saw the birth of almost a dozen puppies, eleven to be exact.
I did some reading, and worked on my next book a bit. I even managed to earn some money to go to the grocery store. Now to find homes for these little critters, get their parents fixed and build up my savings account.
Life never goes the way we plan and that's okay. We just had a major change that I tried and tried to plan for only to have my plans fall apart every. single. time. It was when I stopped with the obsessive planning and pulling my hair out that it all came together. We're doing pretty good while we make the adjustment to home. Here's hoping that we'll be completely back on track soon.
Until next time, never listen to the voice that says you can't. Find the voice that says Fuck it I'm doing it.
I was attempting to figure out yet another crisis when I determined the entire thing was basically in my head. The idea of being able to work from home again was one I had all but given up on until I determined that it was and is the only way to ensure that I achieve everything I need to achieve in a given day. I found help to renter this world from a friend.