Bruce Cameron wrote, "When we adopt a dog or any pet, we know it is going to end with us having to say goodbye, but we still do it. And we do it for a very good reason: They bring so much joy and optimism and happiness. They attack every moment of every day with that attitude."
Life fluctuates. Sometimes we are way up, and sometimes down. As someone who works on a contracted basis, losing my job happens consistently throughout my year. I have come up with a process to get through the periods where I might not have work for a while.
Mornings. Most people dread waking up. It's hard. It's painful even. But studies have shown again and again that "Morning people" tend to have more productive days. I have found when waking up early that my entire day is different than if I crawl out of bed ten minutes before I need to leave for work. I sluggishly move throughout my day in hopes of it going fast enough for me to get back to my bed.
In the summer of 2016, one week away from my twenty-second birthday I was prematurely going through my mid-life crisis. On the outside looking in, everything was good. A newly purchased home, a career with opportunities for advancement. On my own, I thought I could conquer the world. But in truth anxiety was beginning to creep in and destroy my confidence. I was lonely, my only friend was about to move to Scotland. My family lived thousands of miles away, and my social life revolved around going to work. One day on lunch I began perusing the local Craigslist for the area where I lived. An ad for free puppies caught my attention. They were four months old, hound-mixes, needing good homes ASAP. I began evaluating my abilities to care for a dog. I lived alone in the middle of the country, with a large fenced in yard. My job was Monday through Friday and allowed me weekends and evenings at home. As an animal lover since childhood I immediately called the number without a second thought.