I've always said that success teaches us nothing, and that failure is our true mentor. It was a pretty hard life for me growing up, and that made me appreciate and cherish everything as I became more and more successful in life. But it's hard to find time to cherish the things you love when you're working long days, nights, weekends and holidays, which I did for decades.
That life above was very gratifying even with all the massive amount of effort, blood, sweat and tears it takes to have all of what I had.
But kids grow up, and couples drift apart, and I guess at some point the shiny, materialistic things lose their luster. Such is the position I found myself, and after some proper grieving, it's dawned me that I'm free.
Not only am I free, my only remaining baggage now fits in the truck with my little dogs.
|Zoey actually behaving herself in the crate|
I'm doing a little better because now I don't answer to anyone. I may be broke, but I don't have a dime of debt. I now have reliable transportation and better medical than I had making a six figure salary. And the best thing of all, I have 4 tiny travelling companions who happen to be Chihuahuas: Smokey, Spot, Ty and Zoey. As I have cronicled in this blog, Ty has come back twice from his forever home, so even solo with 4 little dogs, I'm still not convinced about finding him another home. 3, 4, what's the difference, right?