Good things come out of my journaling, as I’ve mentioned often on this blog. Today, I asked myself what it would be like to be a woman with no past. Not an amnesiac, of course–that isn’t what I mean. I’m talking about REALLY letting the past go, not carrying all the old ‘stuff’, like resentments and disappointments, frustrations and preceived failures.
Sadie-beagle started her swimming therapy yesterday. She’s on special food and–gulp–no more Beggin’ Strips. This was hard at first, because we have a routine. We go outside, first thing in the morning, and the dogs do what dogs do when they go outside first thing in the morning. After that, we head for the kitchen, where I start the coffee and the girls (used to) get a Beggin’ Strip, then breakfast. Today, of course, was different. Sadie was confused when there was no treat forthcoming. Still, if we’re going to succeed at getting the Beeg back on track, down in pounds and much more mobile, I have to stick to the program.
I’ve often said that if I could go back in time, I would do things differently with Sadie and Bernice. Never start them on treats or people food, all of that. This morning, as I wrote in my journal, it occurred to me that I could do that without time-travel. Why not start over NOW, when it really counts?
After that, it was an easy leap to giving MYSELF a new start. Forget the blizzard and all the other things that brought on the minor meltdown.
Square One isn’t so bad, really. After all, it’s a whole new game.