I said a few goodbyes this week. The first goodbye was for my little cousin as she flew off to further her studies. Well, she’s not so little anymore but she’ll always be 7 to me.
Dukkie, I’d drive through 2 states in an hour for you. Everyday I miss you is another day till you come back us again 🙂
Secondly, I had to say goodbye to my dog, Jessy. She served my family well the last 14 and a half years. She has no qualms taking a cobra head on for our safety but she’s scared of the tissue box. She won’t listen to me but she will puke and sneeze on me.
Jessy, you made me an animal person and though you’d sell your soul for a doggy treat I’m thankful for your years of service and yes, I have completely forgiven you for chewing on all my favourite shoes. And although I rarely bathed you, fed you or talked to you, I did bury you in the backyard with someone who suspiciously knew way too much about burying and hiding bodies.
Practical Note: When burying a dog, hole must be at least 4 feet deep, then cover with bricks, planks, stones and dirt so that when the rain comes, the body will not float to the top.
It got me thinking, I said goodbye to alot of things I cared about but I really should start saying goodbye to habits that shouldn’t even be in my life in the first place but have taken a comfortable seat. So here’s a list of things I’m sending off this week:
- I’m saying goodbye to bad driving. I am not texting and driving anymore.
Unless it’s really urgent.
- I’m saying goodbye to late nights and late mornings.
Unless I’m meeting a deadline.
- I’m saying goodbye to fear of the unknown.
Unless it’s really scary.
- I’m saying goodbye to self-pity.
Unless it’s a really bad day.
- I’m saying goodbye to indulgence.
Unless I’m really hungry.
And one more for the road;
I’m saying goodbye to being flaky.
Thinking of: Brooklyn Nine Nine, the ebony falcon, ch-ch-ch-ch-changes and Rawang this weekend!