So life is a little hard right now, but I need to stop whining and “woman” up. No one is coming to the rescue. A little dramatic, huh? Believe me, I get tired of hearing the drama inside my head. I try not to let it leave my mouth, but sometimes Mel gets an earful of my woe situation (which isn’t really woeful at all. I’m blessed beyond measure. Just feeling tired).
Here’s what’s going on
I returned to the workforce, and I adopted a German Shepherd puppy. All while under a writing deadline … during the holidays. Why did I do this when life was peaches and cream? Well, a career break can only last so long. I missed being out among people, serving people if you will. Life wasn’t challenging enough.
And, if you’re a writer, you know it doesn’t pay the bills. If you’re a single writer, there’s no one else to help with the bills. And that’s okay, I’m a strong woman (most of the time), but it does make life a little more challenging.
So, why did I get a puppy? I know exactly why. I wanted one. I love animals, dogs in particular. After my 13-yr. old Sadie died, I missed having a dog. But, oh my, puppies are hard. I want to use the excuse and say German Shepherd puppies are harder than other puppies and that’s why I’m struggling, but the truth is German Shepherd puppies are smarter than many other dogs and require teaching and training. Once she’s trained, life will be easier…I think…I hope.
Housecleaning, bill paying, grocery shopping, yard work… I want to keep up. But in my downtime, I need to exercise/train Clover, and write. I tell myself I don’t have time to get it all done after working a full week, but I need to stop that. Even though life is squeezing in from all sides, I have to find a way to make it work.
This is what I mean
I’m whining again. I want to be to that point where I wake up feeling challenged instead of defeated. I want to control my circumstances instead of them controlling me. Here is what I know: I’m not getting rid of the dog, and I won’t miss my writing deadlines. I will not shirk what is my responsibility. And work will come first, because, well…they pay me a good salary to do my best.
So how in the world do I manage it all?
I once had three small children, I know I can figure this out. I believe it was Ray Ramano who once said, “Having children is like living in a frat house–nobody sleeps, everything is broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.” It’s sort of the same with a puppy except replace vomit with pee. But with children, you ease into the chaos.
Children grow up and so do puppies. But right now, I feel like I’ve been thrown in the deep end of a pool. I know how to swim, but I’m tired? I’d like to lie back and float around for a few days.
(Random: German Shepherds have webbed feet. Did you know that?)
Here’s a great article from The Balance Careers that I’m slowly trying to digest and make work. The problem is it doesn’t talk about balancing two careers (I think therein might lie some of my trouble, but I’m not ready to accept it and the dryer is buzzing, so time to go).
How do you stay afloat? I welcome your thoughts and opinions.
Thank you for reading and have a great day!