Being Human

Dogs may not be our whole lives, but they make our lives whole.

melily

When I first got Lily, back on August 18, 2013, I had no idea how much she would make my family of 3 feel complete.  It challenged my belief that you don’t need other people or things to “complete you,” but before I knew it I couldn’t really remember life before her.

In a healthy way, everything started to naturally revolve around her.  We (my kids and I) had more of a reason to go for walks, go to parks, get ice cream cones, and come home to a small 2 bedroom apartment.  She lit up our lives in a way we desperately needed.  After years of being a die-hard cat person, I finally started to learn that being loved by a dog might be one of the best things in the world.

With that being said, I didn’t start this blog as a place to write about my dogs.  I started it to write about living against the standards of society, not giving a crap what size jeans I wear, sharing my life as a highly sensitive person who dreamed of being a singer.  I started it for many reasons, but writing solely about my dogs wasn’t one of them.

Without trying, however, everything easily and obviously went in this direction.  The direction of my dogs, which made more sense than anything else because a new-found purpose and happiness showed up in my life because of them.  I share this with you because the majority of my posts and writings will indefinitely be about my dogs and the adventures we find ourselves on, but occasionally… every once in a while… maybe once or twice a month you will find my thoughts on the following, but not limited to:

  • The joys of single parenting
  • Kids, kids, and more kid stuff
  • Being a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) 
  • Raising two Highly Sensitive People
  • Mental health & life with anxiety
  • Being an Introvert/INFJ
  • The pursuit of the arts

No doubt my dogs probably – 9 times out of 10 – will be mentioned in those essays too. :)