Today is my last day off before I head back to the daily grind. Winter is a heck of a lot less charming now that the holiday season is over. It’s just cold, dark, and miserable outside. The remaining Christmas lights look more sad than cheerful. Painful reminders that it’s all over and there are no more holidays to look forward to until the spring. Spring. Now that’s at least a hopeful word. Too bad it feels so very far away.
It’s a struggle to stay upbeat during the first few weeks of January. There is a long sludge ahead of me with no chance of another break for quite a while. The only hope I have for a day off is a snow day. And considering it is pouring rain outside, that isn’t seeming very likely. It’s a struggle, all right, but it is one worth making if I am going to get through. Thank goodness for my dog. Wacky Shiva forces me to get up every single day and face the nastiness outside head-on. If it weren’t for her, I would be very tempted to hibernate.
“Someone who isn’t afraid to wish good things for herself. Someone who believes she’s worthy of being happy…
Someone who isn’t afraid to make goals, and then once those goals are made, isn’t afraid of taking those first, tiny steps toward achieving those goals…
Someone who, when bad things happen will not spend valuable time thinking about who did her wrong, or why the world is conspiring against her, but will instead spend that time working through it by taking care of herself, leaning on friends as necessary, asking for help when needed, and treating herself as she would a good friend going through a similar situation. Someone who, when life knocks her down, does what she can to pick herself up, dust herself off, and try, try again… “
So much of what Walrond said can be applied to many things in life, including dog training. I’ve never been the type to record keep or even to set concrete goals. For the most part, I have gone along winging it with just a vague notion of what I would like to achieve kind of waving in the distance. It’s all blurry. I rarely have much expectation of actually making it there. Even when it comes to the most basic of aims, like teaching Shiva to shake a paw. I research the best way to do it, I think about doing it, and then I kind of meander along here and there, hoping one day she will learn but not really believing it is possible. It’s a wonder we have accomplished anything with this laissez-faire attitude.
Over the next couple months I am going to try to commit to Walrond’s idea of badassery. When training my dog, writing my blog, and going about my daily routine. Instead of just ducking my head this winter and kind of forcing myself through it, I am going to try to see it as an opportunity. The more we are stuck inside, the more chances I have to work on weave poles. The colder it is, the more I am able to snuggle down and write. The nastier the weather, the more I am able to help cheer people up. It is time to stop excusing my laziness, set some real goals, and celebrate like mad when I reach them.
Who’s with me?