The Holiday Blizzard and the Gift of Me Time

The first snowflakes of the "Christmas Blizzard" Elliot have started to fall here. In anticipation of it grocery stores have had the usual emptying out. People stocking up on everything from toilet paper to chicken breast have left the store shelves almost empty. The different reactions of people is interesting to me. While it's good to be prepared, for sure, there's no need to panic. Some people hoard items like it's the end of the world is coming.

Some, like me, greet the coming blizzard with a welcoming attitude. Due to the storm I cancelled traveling to see my dad. This is the first time in my life I've not been with family for Christmas. My Frenchie Rufus is traveling to Los Angeles with my ex to spend the holiday with his family. So I have from today until the end of the holiday weekend to myself.  While this probably sounds sad, I'm not sad at all. Sure, I will miss being with my dad and my dog, but the up side is I have lots of Me Time. I have several things I'm looking forward to: doing some blog entries like this, leisure cooking, finishing two of the books I'm reading, and doing some deep meditation sessions, to name a few. 

It seems the older I get these personal, Me Time inward journeys and activities get more and more rewarding. They help create a nice, centered, spiritual feeling within that I love.

Sunday Morning Serenity

I walked Rufus and it was one of those mornings where there was so little activity outside you'd swear overnight the world ended and you're the last person alive. It was dead quiet. Just me, my Frenchie, and the sunrise. Now I'm back in the house enjoying my morning coffee. No music. No television*. Just the growing day out the windows and peace and quiet. For the life of me I can't figure out why people are afraid of this kind of serenity.

*I don't own a television. I stream things I want to watch on my laptop. My total viewing time is about three to four hours a week. 

The Age of Contentment

Last night I had a quiet evening at home. I had a 10mg Sour Strawberry Sativa gummie and two Old Fashioneds. My Frenchie Rufus was lying next to me on the sofa, and I watched several episodes of 30 Rock and listened to some jazz. It was the perfect evening. I didn't need to pile anything else on in the mentality of "more will make it more fun." No going out to a bar, hunting online for sex, or being around loud people. It was just me in my space doing my thing. 

Describing last night to a friend I told him I've reached the "Age of Contentment" where my "enough" if truly enough. It feels good to be aware enough to recognize being in that space, and knowing enough to know to appreciate it. 

The Secret Mission of Dogs

Last week my partner and I brought home Rufus. He's a 4-year old, 23 pound, purebred, AKC registered French Bulldog. Within days my heart had been melted and I loved that little guy more than anything else in the whole wide world. I realized that's the secret mission of every dog; melt their owners heart with unconditional love and affection. Some days he's an obstinate little gremlin, but I wouldn't have him any other way!

A dear friend sent a box of goodies for him from chewy.com. Inside was a stuffed unicorn toy that he absolutely loves and can't be without. Watching him tear into it is both comical and heart-warming. Click the video above and prepare for snuffles and grunts of cuteness. Be sure to turn up the volume!