Wow. Life. Ups and downs come and go, don't they? We've had a few over at the Puelma household. A possible relocation. A dearth of freelance gigs. A new puppy. And many more. None of these things has been terrible. Not at all. Just a part of the ups and downs.
I'm going to be honest--the new puppy might be the hardest. But he came at a time when I really needed him. For instance. My husband received some news we might have the opportunity to relocate. A move. A new location. A new adventure. What I've longed for for many years. To a place that I love. Where people whom I love live. But things fell through the cracks and the chance disappeared. For now. It was a tough blow.
Enter my freelance life. I'll sum it up for you in one word. Slow. I know this is part of the journey. Yes, I get to work from home. Yes, I get to set my own hours. But yes, paychecks cease to exist at times. Then the doubt sets in. Am I good at what I do? Is my portfolio too weak? What am I doing? When the work dries up, so does the validation. And not that I need others to validate me. But aren't we all hungry for it? Especially in a career?
Then--the Puppy. My hero of a husband, who's fought allergies with dogs in the past, knew how much I've wanted one. For years. Since those embarrassing moments in my childhood. I turned 34 this week. And he bought me a puppy. The absolute cutest maltipoo. Cream with a hint of apricot. Cub-like face. Paws to squeal over. No, he's not easy. Yes, I've gotten severely less sleep since he's arrived. My arms have teeth marks all over them. And I should receive a badge for cleaning up. He'll never be a solution to life's downs, of course. But he sure is a welcomed (and freakin' cute) distraction.
As I write this, I'm longing for my pillow. Sleep is calling. Then again, so is a crying puppy. And that, oddly enough, is a much sweeter sound to me. So, welcome, life's ups and downs. I'll take 'em as they come.