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The First Monday of the Year!

New Year’s Resolutions are awful.

No, really. Hear me out.

We pick some arbitrary day to turn our lives around, when in reality, by February 1st, many of these resolutions will have been broken, forgotten, or both. Also, this date is one on which we’re supposed to make resolutions. There’s too much pressure, especially with social media, to resolve to accomplish something, and then post about it, all the while knowing these will more than likely fail.

The basic idea of self-improvement is one that I whole-heartedly support, which puts me in a wonderful paradox (plus, I’m hypocritically posting about this on the internet).

Instead of making a resolution on January First, though, I chose today, the first monday of the year. And, instead of calling it a resolution, I am setting a goal for myself. One that I can’t post about. One that I must practice internally.

Simply put, it is self-love.


This is Lou. Although she isn’t the world’s most glamorous dog, she has a beautiful spirit, one which I seek to emulate. She doesn’t care how far I throw the ball, as long as she gets to bring it back to me. She doesn’t care what time I wake up or come home, as long as she is there to greet me. She doesn’t care what grades I get, if I burn dinner, if I swear, if I don’t accomplish everything I set to.

She just wants to love me.

This year, I want to love myself as she does.

We’ll have to see how it goes.

What about you? Did you set any resolutions? Do you need a little more self-love in your life? Tell me about them below!



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Treat.”

As fate would have it, just this morning Lou and I practiced waiting for our treats:
She was a great sport…
…at first. But after a minute or two of waiting, she started to lose her patience, and she gave me this look:
Patience is a virtue, Lou.


In Southern California, we have officially entered fall, which simply means that the mornings and evenings are cold, but the rest of the day is still beautiful. IMG_2686
Naturally, for Lou and I, this means more time to play, and on a day this gorgeous, we just couldn’t resist the opportunity! IMG_2690 Her favorite game is fetch, so I threw the ball around 700 hundred times (give or take a few), until eventually she decided that sunshine and cool grass were a perfect combination for a nap.
I hope your Saturday was as fun as mine!

Lou Bird

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Change.”

So, there’s this dog. For reasons that are starting to become less and less important, she lives with us. She isn’t technically my dog. But, to a greater or lesser degree, we’ve bonded. We play together, eat together, she enjoys eating only my shoes, and even though I tried to stop it, this little girl, who I fondly refer to as “Lou Bird,” has stolen my heart.


However, at a little over a year and half, or somewhere thereabouts, she really is a tasmanian devil. She wants to dig, run, jump, fetch, chew on any and everything, and be right next to me at every single moment.

So, the photo above is a rare thing. Normally, her pictures reveal what I believe to be her true nature:


These two photos, together, show change for me. The little hellion in the bottom picture is slowly beginning to grow up, and soon pictures such as the top photo will be more common. It is both reassuring and heart-breaking, for this little dog who I wish would nap for more than an hour at a time, will one day no longer want to chase the ball.

Her breed (Kelpie) lives to be an average of fourteen years old, so I’m not sure how much she is slowing down, but it is a wonderful treat to be able to observe her grow.

(I really hope she stops chewing on my shoes soon, though. I’m starting to run low.)