I have come to the conclusion that I am completely burnt out. Having 2 geriatric dogs who are on the edge of dying and watching them every day, as well as having a father with health problems who is teetering on the edge of a crevasse -
I tend to forget that I have bipolar disorder, diabetes, pernicious anemia, and chronic migraines - and I think that I can do whatever I want to do and that there`s going to be no repercussions to my health at all - but I think I am realizing that this is not true.
I can`t do whatever I want to do, take on as much as I want to do. I am not going to change the world. It's going to look exactly the same whatever I glibly think I'm doing, so there's not much use killing myself trying to keep breed specific legislation out of Nova Scotia - I am not going to be the thing that keeps it out. The world will continue to spin on it's axis without me, regardless.
I have had one too many people ask me the question "when are you due?" - which was yesterday (that is, ask me the question - not, when I was due). It's as hard to walk around looking like you're 8 months pregnant as it is to look at a person who looks like they're 8 months pregnant - when they're not - and it's becauseof their shitty health.
So I'm going to attempt to stop thinking so much about pit bulls, and start taking more pictures of pretty flower like these tulips I saw today on someone's stoop as I was passing by - and I've dug out the book "The Flat Belly Diet" - maybe I'll crack it open and have a look. Maybe.
But I'm definitely going to try and loosen up, and look away.