Took the dog for her nightly walk. With the weather cooperation and a fiery view as such; it’s much easier to keep this commitment to my dog but also to myself.

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I love walking the dog. But if left to complete multiple walks daily without the dog as my concern… I think I would certainly fail. I could soooo easily give myself a million reasons not to go outdoors if I was chilling on the couch per usual. But knowing and avoiding the unwanted repercussions of not getting my unmotivated ass out of the basement gives me that motivation. Not all motivation has to come from some place tender or comforting.

Indeed, most motivation, when I think about it, comes from avoiding something bad. Like dog poop on the floor. Or worse, pee pee. BTW, I still call feces and urine from any creature…pooh pooh, poopsie, poops-a-doopsie, peepee. Anything other than sh*t or p*ss. I have an issue with gross things: bugs, blood, dog crap. So the cuter I can pretend that something awkward/scary/gross is…the easier it is to deal with.

But life sometimes just needs to be basic. Eat, sleep, breathe, exist. The basics seem so difficult sometimes, often. And I’m talking basics. Consider the complete, complex weight, of the worlds’ collective problems; as the background antagonist to my own unbelievable tonnage of personal peril: standing between you and your toothbrush.

WTF

So get out and walk. Brush your teeth first.