When bad things happen, as they do a lot these days, I try to remind myself that the experience matters. Bad moments teach. Now I know never to see Peter again. I didn't know that before, although I suspected it that would have been the right decision. Now I know if I'm feeling vulnerable and need a truly restful vacation, I should go alone or just with my husband and nobody else. I didn't know that before. So, I don't feel as bad now as maybe I could. Perspective. Life is not an upward trajectory. :) I just keep repeating that to myself.
Lest you think I have nothing more going on in my life, you'd be wrong although easily forgiven since I tend to focus on the drama here. A while ago I rescued a dog abandoned at a park near my house. I'm a cat person. I never disliked dogs; I just didn't understand them. But this dog and I just connected. My very good friend Holly took him and now he lives with her. I'm sort of a part-time parent. He's young, maybe a year old. He's strong and I think he's a Be.lgian Mal.inois. Those are bad-*ss dogs. I tried attaching a picture but it's sideways and can't fix it. Hmmm. Give me some time on that one.
So, it's a looking like a good day. I take Dog for his training class tomorrow morning because Holly is otherwise occupied. I delivered the letter "Made for Another World" so astutely wrote to my parish on Tuesday. I head to Mass on Sunday with my head held high. I will not be defeated.