Tag: mylife

Where is my map?!

I am at a major cross road in my life and have been thinking a lot about what direction I want it to go in. And, what scares me the most, is that I really don’t know. I don’t know what I want my next job to be, where I want to live or even who I want to be. This obviously opposes a problem that I have been desperately searching for a solution to.

How do I figure out what direction my life should go in? I think I am having such a hard time figuring out the answer to this question because for the past 3 years I haven’t been living for myself. I had taken jobs, moved my entire life and been “living” to please someone else. Let me tell you from first hand experience, living for anyone but yourself is not living at all. So now that I am finally free to be and live life for myself, it’s like I don’t really know where to start.

It hasn’t been easy to start this new chapter and I have to accept that there are going to be bad days. But something that is really helping me to begin to build my new map is doing one thing a day for just me. Whether it is walking Mason, going for a hike, working out or writing, it is something that truly brings pure joy to my day. My goal is to continue doing things for myself that truly make me happy with hopes that will lead me in the direction my life is suppose to go.

Happiness is not always easy, but by taking these small steps, I know one day I will find my place on the map.

               Pure Happiness

Two is better than one

Walking with Mason, my two year old Plott Hound, is part of my daily routine. It is probably my favorite part of most days. I listen to the leaves blowing or the water roaring against the seawall. My favorite thing to listen to, when the world is quite enough, is Mason’s feet scuffling along the side walk. I love being able to hear him walking right beside me. I don’t know what it is about this pup, but he can not pick up his feet. Ha!

Today, Mason and I went on one of our usual walks to a near by park (it’s about 8 blocks away). I always carry a small purse with my essentials  which include my taser, phone, keys, chapstick and, most importantly, a poop bag. I should have learned this lesson before, to always bring two poop bags, but shit happens (literally).

So along our walk, Mason went potty in his normal spot and I picked it up. We crossed the road to the park and are both taking in the beauty as we stroll along with not a care in the world. All of a sudden, he stops to sniff and begins to squat. I immediately begin to panic as my heart beats faster. I franticly search through my small purse for another poop bag. Checking every small crevice and pocket to find nothing.

I quickly look around to see if anyone is watching (luckily they aren’t). Then Mason and I make a break for it leaving the “evidence” behind. So embarrassing, but we made it home without anyone scolding us.

I seriously hate doing that. I hate not being a responsible pet owner and picking up after my pet, but sometimes even the best of us forget an extra bag.

shit happens.. literally.
shit happens… literally.

Dog Mom Hack #1: ALWAYS carry more than one poop bag.

Leave a comment telling your story about that one time you didn’t have a poop bag.

The day is finally here…

I have literally been wanting to start a blog for at least 4 or 5 years now. Why haven’t I? I’ve made excuses… such as I don’t have time, don’t want to spend the money, etc. Those were just excuses because I have been nervous. Nervous of what people might think, of sharing too much, of sharing too little and of not knowing what to write.

But I finally realized fear is a lie. I was scaring myself into being afraid of starting this blog.

I am not afraid anymore, and this is how I plott the way through sharing my life and tips and tricks I have learned along the way.

Meet me and Mason :)
Meet me and Mason 🙂