50% Lab, 50% Plot hound and 100% love, Alice arrived at our home on Christmas Eve—a present for ourselves. Although her reign in her new home lasted only three short days, adopting Ali was the best mistake I ever made but also one of my biggest errors in judgement.
After four hours of walking her across our backyard on Christmas night--begging her to do her thing, my husband and I concluded we were too old to babysit another two-year-old, even if this time it was a dog. What ever made me think another pet would solve our loneliness at the holidays? Instead, I made it worse. After depositing Alie back with her foster parents, we caught a flood of tears with discarded Wendy's napkins.
But I learned a valuable lesson that day--I can't relive the past no matter how much I might try.
Getting a dog at our age was an error in judgement. The experience made me recall other errors of judgement I've made--with my writing career.
Like the time my romance book was accepted--last year on Valentine's day. By September, the publisher kindly let me out of the contract because of some changes in her company. If I had only consulted a lawyer before I signed, I might have seen my book in print next year.
Sometimes I move forward with my heart and not my head.
Thankfully, the outcomes aren't always bad. I lost a tidy sum of money on the dog and I had to tell all my friends that no, there's no book out yet, but isn't that part of life--the lessons we learn?
Hoping we all move forward this week and let go of any bad memories. Write those stories instead of reliving them.