I like this week's @bloghomework it's forcing everyone to focus on the positives! Most days, this is really hard for me to do. I don't really see myself as a negative person, but more of a realist, and sometimes shit is shitty. Despite the long hours I've been putting in at work and the drama that comes with being a manager, a few things did happen that made me feel pretty good.
First and foremost, there was the morning I woke up to an oddly high number of notifications on here. At first I was pretty much like, "No, no fucking way," but sure enough I checked the front page and there were my boobies! My mere member boobies! That definitely brought a smile to my face, and I just want to say that at 7:30 in the morning it's pretty fucking impossible to make me smile about anything. So thanks for the nod of encouragement, SG. It means a lot.
The 2nd thing is a result of a tragedy, which is NOT what made me feel good, but the way I responded did indeed. A friend and coworker of mine recently suffered 2 deaths in her family within just a few days. She's really been a mess over it, and normally I'm really not very good at consoling people, but I decided to try. I went over one night with a blunt and some beer and just let her talk. I may not be the most physically loving human being, but I know I'm a good listener and sometimes that's just what people need. The part that made me feel good was simply just recognizing that I CAN be a good friend in that way, when I usually don't think of myself as a very comforting individual.
Last but not least is my dog, Bronson. I've had him since he was 5 weeks old, and he's definitely Mr. Independent, but for some reason he's been really attached to my side lately. It could just be that he's getting older, but I prefer to think that part of him knows that I count on him to be my constant in my life. There's something incredibly therapeutic about the slow wag of a dog's tail and stinky, slobbery kiss.
Thanks for reading. ❤️
