There was a while there where Pinterest was all I needed to escape. Just arranging pretty images and great quotes would recharge me a bit from the icks of ordinary life but it doesn't seem to be working quite the same lately.
First off, I'm working again. And that doesn't mean the same thing that it used to. On the one hand I absolutely love what I'm doing and I'm really happy with the choice I made. On the other, one of the many trials that it's brought about for me is actually understanding in my brain that I am now a professional hair stylist. I just realized it again today when I went to buy more feather razor blades. I pulled out my professional "club" card for the store and it struck me that this is what I am. I'm sure it sounds ridiculous but it's kind of a weird ongoing inner battle to accept it all.
On top of that I've been co-fostering a stray I found a few weeks ago. It was one of those amazing experiences in which I acted entirely on instinct without thinking anything through and it all went beautifully. Now, ofcourse, there are things coming up that need to be dealt with -proper training and emotional support, most specifically- and it's like trying to parent with a partner whose style is really incompatible with your own. Which creates another weird inner battle for confidence in my dog rearing style and beliefs as the only thing that's important to me is that the dog comes away from us better than when I found him -and he was pretty much an angel when I found him. How do you tell someone kind, generous and loving that he's capable of turning the sweetest dog ever into a nervous, dominant aggressive wreck?