I’m back! And I couldn’t be happier about it.
But a funny thing happened on the way to my vacation.
Four days into it, a good friend told me I did not relax well, which explained the ambient gloom that had beset my easy, breezy, chili-con-cheesy days of late summer vacation. That whole scene was shimmying down the tubes of a Very Foul Mood, and fast.
Strictly entre nous, after fifty years of rarely relaxing well, the fact that I’m STILL not good at it comes as a surprise to me.
A gosh darned affront, even!
What do you MEAN I can’t relax? I cry foul, with a hefty side of outrage on simmer. Here is where I register my official seal of Extraordinary Corgi Disapproval.
But it’s true. Sadly, yes. I do not relax well. Nope. Le nope.
(And Nope and Noper 2.0, this time I’m wicked serious).
It’s more than that, though. Because my work — this blog and all that has sprung from it in the first seven years — are more than just work for me. It’s become so much more than just a blog. I once fancied myself capable of balancing work and personal life, a veritable nimble veteran, but much as it ought to be that way, it’s miles short of true. In fact, it’s so UN-true, you might even call it false. Nothing doing.
Mister, that bird might whistle but she sure won’t fly!
This work — the blog and the community and everything that’s come with it — has actually saved my life and (mostly) my sanity. It’s drawn to me a family of friends and acquaintances I would not have otherwise known, opportunities to be of service, and perhaps best of all, rescued me from the discouraging prospect of a life on disability forty years old.
Which, trust me, is just not a fun life in any way, shape or form. No matter what they say. I’m still on it, but having this to do is a game changer.
Who knew all of this lay ahead when I got the nutty notion in 2009 that if I talked about Corgis on the internet every day, PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY WANT TO READ IT? Total madness! Utter malarkey! Stuff and nine kinds of nonsense! Why, you’d have to be a dyed in the wool dreamer to think such a contraption — a blog about Corgis everyday — would actually have legs. Short legs, but still …
I’m that kind of dreamer.
The ever so slightly doofus-y kind.
This unusual work lets me be me in some of the ways I like best. I get to write, I get to make friends, I get to pun (not always well, I admit). I get to go on and on about Corgis and not bore anybody, bless you (and you and you and you). I get to connect people and lead them to a bit of shared happiness, or at least the comfort of knowing they aren’t the only ones nutters for Corgis. I get to be a part-time extrovert, when in fact I am usually perfectly, even pointedly happy with my own company.
But only when I’m feeling good. (Ah, there’s the rub).
And this feels good, writing to you again. I haven’t met you face to face, but I flatter myself with the notion that our minds and hearts meet here. All because of Corgis. Oy. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Seven years of writing about Corgis and some days I feel I’ve only just begun.
It’s Corgis! You get it. You just do, amen and pass the peas.
That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it. It’s all true, including (shhhh) the fact that I started working on this week’s posts a week into the vacation, because I needed my Daily Corgi fix.
I’m so glad to be back I’m actually a little teary. Hopelessly cheeseball.
Let’s roll, everybody!
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