I’ve had my dog Marty for almost a month now. He’s a 2-year-old dachshund, Jack Russell-mix. And he’s completely derailed my professional life. ACK! He’s a snuggly, sleepy, jumpy, poopy, sweet little baby, and I haven’t been able to write like a champ since I’ve gotten him.
But I love him! In AVATAR-fashion, we have bonded and are now inseparable.
I haven’t had a constant in my daily life in years. My personal life leaves something to be desired, and I’m much more comfortable as a solo flyer. I got used to being alone.
Now, I have to accommodate for another life. I’m responsible for him. Slowly, I know I will get my writing and professional groove back. I have to. I’m responsible for a lot more than just Marty now. There’s been ups-and-downs already, but today I realized that I don’t care.
I’m not alone anymore.