It still has all the quirk and love, but I didn’t color it or correct it in any way.
It is imperfect. Just like all the things in life.
And isn’t all those silly little oddities and quirks what makes life… perfect?
The new year is here and I’m not going to be a bummer. And I am going to wish you all just enjoy it for what it is… a new year!
But please dear readers, don’t get caught up in all the things you feel you didn’t succeed at last year or in all the goals you set for this year.
Just enjoy it, and make sure no matter what goal you are attaining or whatever you are quitting that you are a perfectly imperfect person…. and maybe remember just have a little fun with it.
I’m not saying goals and resolutions are a bad thing. Just take it into perspective…As for me, I think the goals I have set for myself are putting me in a better direction in life… and hopefully to many more fun adventures.
One of my favorite songs in all of life is “Sittin’ By the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding.
I say this because although it’s not a catchy dance song, or crafted with recorders and office supplies, it still brings a smile to my face. I used to sing it like crazy when I was a child because… Well, I was really weird. I have since grown up and I’ve done the regular things people do, I grew my hair out longer than that standard bob all little girls had, I have tried to watch Twilight, I have eaten a load of pizza…
But I don’t spend my time on the dock of the bay anymore “wasting time”…
My cat is being nice. Uncharacteristically so, as Elliott is the rudest cat in existence.
Usually I’m almost always at home, and he ignores me unless its time to feed him kitty crunchies. I give him attentions when he demands it (which was only about 2x a week), and then I ignore him the rest of the time. We try to live like civil roommates if you could imagine.
However, lately I have hung up my Amish shroud, and have been going out… and Elliott’s demeanor changed. Now when I get home he wants all my attention… ALL OF IT! He now greets me at the door, and cordially invites me into my house. Walks me to my room. Cries, when I close him out of the door. Now, I cannot sit and eat without him trying to crawl on my lap. I cannot go online without him sitting on my computer. I cannot sleep without him staring with his face next to my face.
Most people would say, awww he loves you! But no, I don’t assume that he’s discovered that I am the best owner, I mean free room and board and poo removal for simply being fluffy (that is a good deal)… Or that he realizes that he could have been an alley cat, with no one to give him fish shaped crunchies, and rub his belly. I think he may be actually plotting against me, like planning on hiring a hitman to keep me from going out, or trying to see how he can make me fall down the stairs and make it look like an accident.
I’m very suspicious of him… so if anything accident like happens to me… I think it was Mr. Kitty.
Every morning like every other cat owner I get to marvel at the mystical scratches that I received in my sleep.
My dear friend, Elliott the cat is very fond of the “Lauren attack”… this is where he runs up to me throws a gang sign or two and then scratches me as he runs away.
This is like his most favorite game ever, and now it happens when I am awake too.