This is Fruitycake. Lately, I’ve been feeling more of myself than I ever had. I don’t think that I fully understood what it meant to be fulfilled. Until now.
I like being filled. Filled with focaccia and pizza. I like being filled with hotdogs on focaccia. I’m not kidding. I had that this weekend.
But I also like being filled with purpose. We all have a purpose. But some of us don’t know what it is until later. And that’s ok. I’ve been with my family three years in January. And I’m just now realizing that my purpose didn’t come about until now.
You see, Brickle and I had many conversations behind the scenes. Conversations about life and about death. I didn’t fear him dying. Because I knew it was the end of his pain. I did fear missing him.
That fear came true. But seeing him again? I know I will.
But the inbetween time…now…is where my purpose was. In keeping Girl Person alive. In keeping her focused and in feeling like she has to go on for me.
My purpose now is keeping her here so that our page and our rescue work keeps going. Yes. My purpose is a big one. But all purposes are big. Yours is too. Have you found it yet?
It’s ok if you haven’t found it. But please. Don’t give up. And don’t get caught up. Caught up in what didn’t happen. Or what wasn’t to be.
What is to be is in you. No matter what your age. No matter if you’re a dog. Or a person. A rabbit. Or a mouse. A cat. Or a squirrel. An acorn. Or a pinecone. All you sticks?
No comment.
–Fruitycake
