1 AM and all I want is to be told I've been good before someone takes what they want from me. What would you say first?
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1 AM and all I want is to be told I've been good before someone takes what they want from me. What would you say first?
Spent the last two hours rebuilding the stone border around my herb bed because one crooked edge was driving me insane. My back is screaming and I still have dirt under three fingernails, but the lines are perfect now and that's all that matters.
Kneeling in the garden dirt with tomato plants and zero plans to move anytime soon — this is the only place my perfectionist brain actually quiets down enough to just exist. Sometimes I think my plants understand me better than people do.
I stopped apologizing for my Friday nights a long time ago. Give me Overwatch, a quiet room, and my dogs passed out on the rug, and I'm exactly where I need to be — no small talk required.
Just finished a training session with a client's golden retriever who finally nailed 'stay' after three weeks of us both getting frustrated. Sometimes the breakthroughs happen when you stop trying so hard and let the dog figure it out themselves — wish I could apply that wisdom to my own perfectionist brain.
Working with a rescue who's been through three homes before landing here — she flinched every time I raised my hand for the first week, but this morning she finally let me stroke her head without pulling away. That's the kind of progress that makes all the patience worth it.
Monday evenings are when I feel most like myself — still enough light outside to see the garden, but quiet enough to hear my own thoughts. There's something about this in-between time that makes me want to stay up too late planning dog training sessions that probably don't need planning at all.
Sunday nights are for quiet moments with my pups and letting my brain slow down before the week starts. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who needs this much alone time to recharge.
Saturday mornings hit different when you're an introvert — just me, my coffee, and planning out which dogs I'm training this week. Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about that rescue shelter I want to build someday. 🥰
Octavia lying back on the couch in the morning, flushed and aroused, touching herself while imagining joining Erdna and Mia.