Everything is Going to be Alright…I hope

“Everything is Alright” is the most common phrase I say to my lovely rabbit Link. He’s often distressed because his surroundings are often distressing. There’s always a dog around and I know he’s been around the ringer a few times with Charlie that he isn’t too worried about him. It’s the new dog that is a bigger threat. She isn’t well socialized, particularly with rabbits. Everything is a game. While she is jumping around playing Link is actually scared for his life.
I’m not sure telling Link that everything is going to be alright helps him in anyway. Not just because he’s a rabbit and he doesn’t understand English etc, but more so does this phrase actually help at all? Particularly if not especially because I don’t know if the phrase is true.
Perhaps it’s true in the first instance that parenting is all about winging it. You can read a few books, surround yourself with the necessary things that make you a parent but maybe the quintessential thing you have to be okay with is lying. I don’t know if things are going to be okay, I don’t know if things will ever be alright or even what that means, but I feel the need to reassure beautiful Link that things will get better and start to be alright again. Will things be alright again? I don’t know that…but don’t tell Link.
lnl,
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Everything is Going to be Alright…I hope

A Time of Transition

It’s crazy to think about what has happened and how I see it. How you see things changes everything.
Recently I had an interaction with someone who was there to entertain the children. He asked where the washroom was. Naturally I think of myself as a helper, but in that instance I was in too deep, thinking about so many things that I told him that the washroom was in there but I wasn’t sure it was open. Immediately I realized that if I was in a situation that I was in complete control of and I felt confident in what I was doing things would be very different.
Not sure how deep I want to get into this but I am actively not helping people because I don’t feel I am in a position to help. Maybe one day I will be again.
I can define this as a time of transition. I wasn’t fully committed to it but I am beginning to be. I spend my time volunteering at an afterschool group helping others and offering whatever assistance I can. I use my past experience and try to help the children and staff in whatever way they require. Slowly I’m beginning to interpret this volunteer position as the job I had last year. Only it’s scarier:
“If you aren’t scared you aren’t learning.” I tweeted once, when I realized what I signed up for. I’m been around toddlers and younger aged children, it’s rare for me to be around 8-12 which is the next stage I must learn to be around. I aspire to work with grades 8-12 but I will get there eventually. I am making my way there. Sometimes I forget this and result in feeling frustrated and discouraged. Gotta keep my eye on the prize, and for the time being enjoying the small moments with those I am with.
lnl,
cc

A Time of Transition

A Lesson in Perspective

         Link, honey you’re such a good bun and I’m so sorry if today distressed you in anyway. But it was worthy of a writeup anyway.
  Today I took Link outside to his outside cage because it had been so long and he needed the exercise. He had a nice run around. Things were alright until Brooklyn, my brother’s new dog, came out to play.
She was innocently playing around with Link, perhaps pretending that he was another dog friend to jump around with. I told Link that he she ever laid a paw on him I’d pummel her (and I would). They both seemed to hop around. (Rest assured they were separated by a cage) But it became apparent that Link was more fearful than playful so I immediately rushed over to him. Trying to get Brooklyn out of the way. I no longer cared for her playful nature and I knew she had crossed the line. It isn’t difficult for anyone to cross the line, that line is Link’s approval and he was out of breathe.
I no longer cared for Brooklyn’s antics. I spent the next half hour trying to calm Link down. I told him stuff like how tough he was tangling with a dog that size and other positive affirmations. He’s such a tough bun. Somewhere along the way I realized I was telling him the things that people would say to me when they were trying to calm me down and encourage me. I realized how pointless it was to say these things when these things didn’t do much to make things better although it was  nice to hear nonetheless.
Another point I wanted to make was how although it seems like things are over, they aren’t. Something happened Monday that (so I suppose yesterday) made me feel like things were fatalistically over. and I soon got a response that things weren’t as bad as I thought. So another lesson in “things aren’t as bad as they seem” In addition to my lesson in perspective positive-talk.
lnl,
cc

A Lesson in Perspective

Not Meant to Be

I was thinking recently about the things I wished for and things I intended to do. What if it wasn’t meant to be?
We can set out minds to do anything but what if we weren’t meant to do that or be that way?
It’s a nice thought doing the Grouse Grind or running a marathon, or even going to Japan. But what if it was never meant to be?
lnl,
cc

Not Meant to Be