The Good, The Bad, and THE Half Full Glass

“Keep looking up; that’s the secret of life.” – Snoopy

It is not below me to take life advice from a dog.  Dogs are smart, and they seem to know the secret to a happy life — I know my dog has it figured out.  She sleeps, exercises, plays, cuddles, and eats whenever her little heart desires.  She likes to show off her intelligence by performing tricks for treats, and she’s figured out the art of manipulation.  Sad puppy dog eyes are her weapon of choice.   My dog has no body image issues; she’s fine with the way she looks — even first thing in the morning: bed head and all.   I love the crap out of my dog, and she knows it.

On my darkest of days, a cuddle from my dog can make all the difference.  Her unconditional love and her complete dependence on me is a reminder that I need to turn my internal focus out.  Life is more than what goes on in my head.  My appreciation for my dog struck me when I first woke up this morning.  Tucked in tightly beside me, she slept so contently.  Stretched out with her belly exposed, she was so vulnerable, yet she looked at peace.  Her happiness spread through me, so I allowed myself an extra 10 minutes in bed to cuddle with her.  Morning bliss is a sure sign that my new medication is starting to work.Related image

Yesterday I had a doctors appointment.   I made it to the four week mark on my new anti-anxiety meds, so it was evaluation time….



The Doc was very pleased with my progress.  Yeah me!!!  What’s better is that I’M pleased with my mood improvement.  The only real side-effect I’ve had to the meds has been extreme fatigue.   I’m tired, but I can’t sleep.   My doctor thinks upping my dosage will help.  He said a higher dosage should help me sleep better, so I’m giving it a go.  I took my first increased dose last night, and surprisingly, I actually slept half decently.   I’m on an upward roll!


For the first time in years, I’m feeling optimistic about my future.  I’m now at 3 weeks with out wine, and I’m still eating clean as a whistle.  I received a invite to an in-person interview next week for a job I’m interested in, and I have one and a half days of work until the long weekend — That glass is getting half fuller by the minute.  I’m not going to lie, I wish it was wine in the glass, but if no wine means no panic attacks — I’ll take the no wine.   LIFE — It’s an experience… the good, the bad, and half full glass!



6 Comments Add yours

  1. Buffy Devane says:

    A post of two wonderful halves. 🙂
    I don’t have a dog… but watching Charlie Brown & Snoopy videos actually did help pull me out of a big black psychological hole about 5 years ago. Snoopy feels very deeply… both good and bad!

    Anyway, Supergirl; I’ve got nothing wise to say beyond that this is all great to hear… but it’s great to hear (!)
    Cheers! (said with orange & lemonade…) 😉

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    1. Ms. SG41 says:

      Haha love lemonade. Not as much as wine but it’s still good. Snoopy’ the shit for sure. My dog feels deeply as well. She’s pretty special to me. How are you feeling ?

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      1. Buffy Devane says:

        Aw that’s sweet… dogs can be most sensitive; been a while since I’ve owned one, though(!) For now I’m content to make a fuss of my friend’s spaniel, whose big brown eyes are difficult to say ‘no’ to, when I’m trying to eat. 😉
        I’m feeling better at the moment, thank you for asking… now all I need is some consistency… and proper creativity!

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  2. Pets are the best things on earth.

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  3. SeekingGod2 says:

    Oh wow.. I’m doing catch up here. No wine.. That’s hard, but if the upside is positive, then cheers all the way! I’m glad you’re on a stable path for now. You need it. Hugs, deary!


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