I’ve been running into a lot of life’s little (shitty) roadblocks lately.
And it makes me want to punch walls.
1. A crappy hotel that I paid far too much money for.
2. The inability to get a changed paasport through my husband’s job (its a long story that’s too complicated to explain).
3. $2000 in vet bills so that I can take my dogs to south africa. Plus $4700 to move the dogs. (Yes, I know I made the choice to go to South Africa in the name of love and family but I can still internally freak out about the cost).
4. The lab estimating the amount of blood they needed wrong after I left Virginia to come to North Carolina. So I had to call several vets to see who could do this barrage of tests only to be met with confusion.
4. Continued uncertainty about life after next May.
This makes me, clearly, miserable to be around.
As such, I went for a walk this evening and ended up trudging nine miles to work myself out.
Unfortunately, now I’m still awake at midnight. But at least I’m less angry.
Cheers to all the people out there trying to work shit out when life sledgehammers your plans into a billion pieces.
I am trying to ship my dogs to South Africa and let me just say shipping dogs is still a pain in the ass.
However, its not a pain in the ass because its difficult. Its a pain in the ass, because I keep talking to people who know nothing about dog shipping or think I know nothing about it which is fair. I know many companies deal with people that have no idea how to ship dogs, but I’ve done this three times. Its not my first rodeo.
As I have to use a pet shipper to import my dofs to south africa and a cargo company to fly my dogs, I have spent much of the last month talking to people about my dogs. The person I am using to import my dogs to south africa is great. He clearly does this all the time and is an expert which is why I am happy to give him all my mineu. However, trying to get my dogs out of Moldova and in the air is proving difficult. Yesterday, a company told me that they could only fly my dogs out of moldova one way through Romania which would have been ok if they were willing to work with me on driving the dogs to the airport in Romania, but they were like no we can’t do that. I know it’s difficult because we have small planes in Moldova – but I know that there’s more than one way to move animals.
Any company that says there is just one way to get dogs out of a country is usually wrong. Maybe not, but they are wrong in this case and it irritated me. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s not really their wrongness as much as their inability to look at this problem from a different perspective. That’s usually something that bothers me about having to pay someone for something I know I can figure out but I need them to do something simple like book a ticket.
But, I think I finally found a company through Turkish cargo that will give me the flight stuff I need to get the dogs there.
All in the name of love. And family. And trying to get back to this guy.
I am reminded someone who once told me, “you can have anything you want, but that doesn’t mean it will be easy.”
Hello, my name is Lindsay and I have anxiety.
Socially speaking, it is probably the worst. However, I try to be better about it and that is what counts.
I went to a party a few days ago and I have to admit – my sole motivator was seeing the dog. I have two dogs at home.
So, really I do not need to leave the house to pet dogs but I need a motivator to propel me into social situations and the idea of hanging out with a dog is generally enough to get me to leave the comfort of my bed fort. Cats and kids are also good motivators. Food is not because then I eat my feelings.
That’s the thing I’ve learned about combatting anxiety is I have to make myself uncomfortable so it gets less hard time. I can’t say that some things (parties) ever get super easy but sometimes I end up enjoying myself.
As such, here is a list of ways I try to make myself go do things
1. Set a time limit
2. Have an exit plan
3. Reward yourself
4. Pet the dog
5. Make it a game
I can’t add a wingman to the list because although comforting it becomes a crutch I use and then I feel like a lost puppy. I still haven’t quite figured out how to deal with that, actually.
Usually if I’m feeling extra twitchy I last about an hour then I try and disappear. I’ve found by disappearing you are less likely to get hounded by well meaning nice people on your way out.
(On my society6 shop – Organized Dysfunction)
You know what else makes me twitchy?
Having to get gas for the car. Only overseas though because in all there countries I’ve lived they pump for you so then you have to talk to them in a different language. So I spend alot of my time with gas light on. You’d think that would be the thing to give me anxiety.