You May Never Be “Ready”

I am a planner. I can even be a bit of a control freak. I like to organize my day, my email, my laundry, my life, my life plan, my goals for the next week/month/year/lifetime… I plan. It is who I am. I want things in the right order. I want things to be done at the right time.

One thing I am learning (well trying to learn) is that sometimes there are things you will just never be ready for. There isn’t the perfect time or setting and then when they happen – you have to make it the perfect time.

I still miss Brody. I can’t even talk about it (or type about it) without crying.
I don’t think I will actually stop missing Brody.
I still sleep with his blanket and I still talk about him in present tense.

I like having two dogs. My husband likes having two dogs.
Chili likes having two dogs. He is a worker and needs someone to boss around.

So when I decided to start looking around for a breeder who had the type of dog I wanted, I still wasn’t ready. I thought it would take a long time to find the right breeder. I had a list of criteria that were really important to be met. Once I found a breeder I liked, I thought I would hear that I would wait a year or two. I was ok with that.

The day before I contacted the breeder, her dog had a litter of 8 pups. Unknown to me, there was one puppy not already spoken for. When I spoke to her and she said the puppies wouldn’t be ready to go home until May 22nd (my birthday), I got goosebumps. Maybe then wasn’t the time but it sure seemed like I was supposed to get this pup… So we ARE getting this pup and the decision was not made lightly.

We have now known for weeks that we were going to go ahead with getting this puppy. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it, except to a few close friends. I have spent time with all of the puppies twice now.

Now has become the right time. It is actually pretty amazing how things have fallen into place. It is also crazy how ready I am for a little puppy power in my life. I can’t wait to bring home that cute, wrinkly, wiggly, shoe eating, floor peeing bundle of brownish/reddish fur.

It may not have been the right time but we are making it the right time. We are excited. I know Adam and I are good dog owners. I know we are responsible people. I know we think things through very thoroughly. I know this will be one of the luckiest dogs in the world.

What I don’t know yet is perhaps how many other things have I not let into my life because I didn’t feel it was the right time. I am thinking about it though. I am not going to start going around making huge impulsive decisions. I am going to try to be a little more open minded about waiting for the ‘right time’ for everything. Life just has to happen sometimes… right?!?

Jim Loved Your Card So Much He Ate It

Maurice Sendak

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received.
He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything.
He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

“Fuck them is what I say. I hate those e-books. They cannot be the future.
They may well be. I will be dead. I won’t give a shit.”

“Live your Life. Live your Life. Live your Life.”

Maurice Sendak

There are plenty more quotes from Maurice Sendak on this post from Buzzfeed.