Sometimes waiting for things is important. Waiting can make you realize just how much you want something, it can teach things about yourself and strengthen your patience, but sometimes you have to ask yourself: what is it that you are waiting for exactly? The world to change? Someone to come sweep you off your feet? A pelican to drop a parcel on your doorstop? Are you waiting for the ideal time in your life, when you have a perfect career and perfect partner and perfect house: for the perfect moment- when the fireworks go off and everyone cheers, because you’re just so ready, so prepared.
How long are you really willing to wait? And what if time is fleeting, what if you don’t have as much time as you planned for. What if right now is your whole life, and you’re spending it waiting…
I never really think like this. I think, oh, I’m young, I have my whole life to do this and this and that. But recently, someone close to me was diagnosed with cancer and I felt this overwhelming urgency to start fulfilling my dreams. And not just the career ones and the writing ones, but the family ones. I mean- babies. Seriously, babies, and puppies.
I’ve been waiting to get my own dog my whole life, and yes I’m still very young, but I’ve been telling myself over and over that I’m too young, I’m not ready. As a child, we had a family dog and I loved him dearly, he was a brother, a guide, a protector, and hell of a companion. I’ve always loved animals, and I’ve always loved dogs. As far back as I can remember, I’ve wanted a small dog, but this little voice inside my head has been so persistent and so judgemental. Let’s face it there are a ton of irresponsible people that get puppies and have babies and it goes horribly, but there also a hell of lot of people that just go for it, and make it work. I’m going to stop judging everyone who gets puppies and has babies young. Negative judgement, far too often stems from jealousy. I’ve always told myself to wait, wait until I’ve left the selfish 20s, the integral years of finding your path and climbing the career ladder, and wait until your financially sound and blah de blah.
But then about a month ago, I decided to say fuck it, and I finally got the furry little baby I’ve always wanted.
This is Darla:
She’s fucking perfect.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!
May 2015 be the year you go out and capture, achieve, or obtain whatever it is that you’ve been waiting for!!!
PS Some people may be offended that I think of dog babies and human babies as equivalent- but they eat, they poop, they cry, they snuggle and they depend on you to be teach them and love them and raise them to be brilliant little beings. So I don’t care what anybody says- I don’t feel like a ‘pet owner’ I feel like a mom. And it feels goooooood.