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Out of the rabbit hole

Slowly but surely, I'm crawling out of my funk.  Things are starting to look up. And once I get my haircut next weekend, I'll be ready to take on the world. Okay, maybe not, but I will feel better.

And I lied.  I've been thinking about my blog post where I said I wasn't passionate about anything.  And that isn't true.  Aside from being passionate about being a good mother, I'm passionate about animals.  I'm big into volunteering and working with rescue organizations to try and save as many dogs as I possibly can.  Barbie Jr. and I often foster dogs for weeks at a time, giving them love, roof over their heads and tlc until they can move on to their new home. We are currently on our 5th or 6th foster. Each dog has had its own personality.  Our foster right now, Delia, has spent most of her life in the cage at the shelter.  She craves and gets tons of attention.  It's not much, but it's something.  I love animals and they usually love me.  I think I missed my calling.  If this paralegal thing doesn't work out maybe I could go to work at a vet's office.

We also have taken on the task of writing letters to soldiers.  I would love to be in the financial position to send care packages but I just can't.  So we have joined up with a group called Soldier's Angels and get 2 names a week to write letters to. We can at least let them know we appreciate their sacrifices.

So yeah, I do find passion in some things. But sometimes, when everything seems so dark, it's difficult to remember that.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go cuddle with my zoo.


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