This year is the year of new beginnings. After much introspection and anguish, I have realized that what I want matters. Feeling forced to follow a certain path is not a good reason to do anything. I will embrace who I am. I will not try to force a shoe that does not fit. It has taken me this long to realize that I am the one in control.
There are days where I don’t feel like doing certain things. I’m sure this happens to everyone. Yesterday was one of those days. However, I did manage to go on an adventure with my Fluff-pup.
It was a nice day. Fluff-pup (AKA Bowser) and I were on the hunt for a nice warm spot to lay and play. Our journey was an arduous one. The sun was high bathing everything it touched with warmth. We did not foresee having an abundance of sunny spots to play. The vast amount of sunny spots made the Fluff-pup confused leaving me with the burden of choosing the perfect spot. It did not take long to see where we would be headed, we crossed the Crafting Table of Creation. We learned about the locals.
As the beast rested, I decided to journey forth into the land of ” Kitchen“. Kitchen was a lovely place. It’s marvelous seemingly wooden floors, its pearly white fences, and the smell of fresh baked cookies made my stay more enjoyable. Nevertheless, there was a mound of dirty utensils needing to be washed. This repulsive blemish on the beautiful kitchen filled me with anxiety. I had no other choice but to rid Kitchen from this dastardly filth. The task was not an easy one. The water was much too cold and I lacked the proper armor (dish gloves). In the end, I managed to clean that monstrosity but at a great cost. I had lost my will to live.
As I made my way back to the beast, I could hardly keep my composure. I did not see the point in anything. I was exhausted, I had gone too far, I had done too much. However, when I arrived at the destination, the Fluff-pup knew something was amiss. His piercing stare calculating, wondering, what had gone wrong and suddnely, he knew. The Fluff-pup immediately does what he does best. He jumps on me and kisses the pain away. His love restoring my will to live. “Not much further!” I tell the pup, as we journey on forth.