||Day Thirty-Two||
I'd consider myself a hard worker, and I won't let anyone else tell me different.
When I take on a project, I jump in whole-heartedly. I like things to be done thoroughly and done well. I can be a perfectionist. I'm not afraid to break a sweat. I challenge myself. I push myself to my limits.
I'm also a helper. I hate to see people overwhelmed and burnt out. So I take on what I know I can handle, and then some. That's just who I am. And it's something I've always liked about myself.
Today was an interesting day.
With my motivation finally back on track, I decided to get things done that I'd been putting off.
For starters, I set my sights on my bike. Since running isn't really my thing, hard as I may try, I thought if I could at least start riding my bike then maybe it would drive me to stay motivated and active.
So to get my bike out I had to first move the cars out of the garage, move around a few things to get to the bike (which was suspended from the garage), and then ever so carefully access that superhuman, adrenaline-driven strength to get the bike done myself. Then I proceeded to fill the tires with air, which though it may seem like a small feat, I had never done so before, and finally did my best to clean off as much leaves/cobwebs/dust that had accumulated on it over the years.
The interesting part, however, had very little to do with my bike. And very much to do with my dog Zoey. Zoey is a 5-year-old German Shepherd mix with a wild but lovable personality. But frankly, she can't be trusted. At least not after today.
Since I was working outside, I decided to bring our other dog Tippy (a 9-year-old Border Collie mix) outside with me to keep me company. And that was fine for a while, until I felt guilty for not bringing Zoey out too. So I gave in and I let her outside, thinking I could keep an eye on her while I cleaned my bike. A good five minutes later I look up to find Tippy, of course, but no Zoey. I ran to the front yard -- no Zoey. Ran to the side of the yard -- no Zoey. Called her name over and over -- no Zoey.
I was starting to panic because, as I mentioned, Zoey is a free-spirit but more imporantly, we live near a highly trafficked road where many many animals (mainly opossums) have seen their fate.
Just as I was about to hop in the car and go on a bonafide search & rescue, I take one more chance with calling her name from the back porch. It was then that I noticed something in the distance, Zoey bounding toward the house. I've honestly never been more relieved.
Besides the Zoey scare, the day got even weirder when my mom accidentally locked her car keys inside the car, meaning I had to bring her the spare. This wasn't really a big deal, except that on the way to where she was I got lost, twice. Thankfully we both made it home without any more trouble.
As the evening went on, I felt as though I needed to help my mom with some yard work.
It felt like a sauna and the mosquitos were relentless, but it felt good to help and earn my keep.
We finished off the night with turkey burgers in a lettuce wrap, which were amazing.
I'm really trying to get into cooking more so that once I get back to school I won't rely so much on Lean Pockets and Bagel Bites.
Honestly I can't even believe it's almost the end of June. Where is the summer going?
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