So, here’s the photo of my little pin cushion baby. He’s 9 weeks old, and is starting to get more comfortable with me, as I am with him. It took me a few days to feel confident handling him when he got pokey and huffy, but we’re getting used to each other day by day—I even figured out that he loves brussels sprouts. My anxiety about caring for him shot through the roof in the first couple of days, but it’s down to baseline and I feel like I’m getting into my routine with him.
It’s been kind of a trip for me, getting used to having a little fur baby around again. After rehoming my two kitties almost two years ago, I almost felt like I didn’t deserve a little friend to take care of and cuddle with. Now, I’ve got a little buddy who will curl into a ball on my chest and take a nap while I watch TV. His little pokeys don’t even bother me that much anymore. Adopting this little hedgie has already reinforced some important lessons in patience, forgiveness with myself, and not holding too tightly to my expectations. Not to mention, he’s super cute, and I’m excited to be able to have him in my care for however many years he’s around.
Not much else going on, except for my internship officially starting as of today. I’m nervous to begin taking on my own clients starting as soon as next week, but I’m also excited and feeling determined to make this a great learning experience. No doubt I will fall down and stumble over myself countless times in the process, but hey, isn’t that what it’s all about?
As far as my own sobriety and recovery go, I am happily on day 426; I’ve fought back a couple of weird urges to drink over the past couple of days, which popped up out of nowhere. Still thankful and sober and focusing myself on paying attention to what I need in order to be the best version of myself that I can.
Hope all is well with everyone out there. I won’t drink with you all today.