I just had an epiphany coming out of the hopelessly crowded Safeway. Dum da da dum: I’m allowed to be old and worn out and have a fat tummy. It’s fine. It’s allowed, allowable. Made me want to sink down on the pavement and cry from relief.

Fuck the Pinterest platitudes. Fuck chin up. Live life, yes, this mysterious, unpredictable, imperfect, inexplicable, mysterious, miracle. Live it with its sore feet, wrinkles, fat, discomfort, cruelty, funny stories, babies, puppies, half-finished chores, and Safeway parking lot epiphanies.

And here’s my dog because It’s also allowable if my photo doesn’t fit my theme, but he does look tired and in complete acceptance of that fact, no?

IMG_3902PS:  Check out the Mondaymadness link-up party at howtogetorganizedathome.com

Instagram and Dog Love

2015/01/img_5126.jpgWhile my blog has been languishing, My dog, Ajax Pupperknuckles, has become the star of my newish Instagram Account! I seem to be only obsessed with only photographing only him. I am in intense relaxation therapy for my fibro, so many pics are shot at home or just on our little walks. My therapy involves long periods of only doing what I want to (so strange), so I must follow this obsession. Take a look: http://instagram.com/projecteasier