Well, my weekend did not go as planned.
Let me tell you.
I let the dogs out on Sunday morning
like I do every single day.
The boy corgi came back.
The girl corgi?
She decided Sunday was a great day
for an adventure. 😩
We spent until 5pm
worrying, searching, driving around
calling her name like she was going to answer.
Spoiler: she did not answer.
She is a corgi. 😄
She came home.
Safe. Unbothered. Probably proud of herself.
And I thought about how
that's kind of how this whole journey feels sometimes.
You let something out into the world,
a post, an idea, a piece of yourself,
and you spend the whole day wondering
if it's going to come back to you.
Sometimes it does quickly.
Sometimes it takes until 5pm.
Sometimes it comes back looking very pleased with itself.
But it comes back.
The plan didn't survive Sunday.
But we did. 😄
Here's to a new week that goes exactly as planned.
Or close enough. 🤍
Tell me, how has your week been going?
Did it go to plan or did your corgi metaphorically escape as well? 😄
Nanette (A worrisome Corgi momma) 🌿