Lunch - Turkey and Cheese
Dinner - Taco Tuesday at Judge Beans BBQ. I ate 5 tacos with french fries and mac & cheese
Sweet Dreams
I have a dog named Regan. She's a year and a half old Weimaraner. Say that three times fast. The first time we met she was 10 days old and fit in the palm of my hand. Nowadays she's a little bit bigger, but she's still actually very small for her breed. A true runt. Which is perfect cause she's kind of like an eternal puppy. It's the best.
I fell in love with Weimaraners growing up watching Sesame Street. An artist named William Wegman is famous for photographing these dogs and creating short films where he dresses them up like people or gets them to pose in funny shapes. Some of these videos ended up on Sesame Street and taught me how to count and learn my ABC's. And honestly, because of those films I just always wanted one for myself. I told myself growing up that when I was finally old enough to have my own dog, I would get a Sesame Street dog. So I did.
I wasn't ignorant or naive. When I told people I wanted a Weimaraner they always gave me a funny look and said, "You know those dogs are crazy, right?" And I would always say, "Yes, but I still want one." And even after I got one people would say, "Oh no, do you know what you just got yourself into?" and I would say, "Yes, I'm not an idiot, I did my research."
Weimaraners are notorious for being high energy, high strung, having extreme separation anxiety, being mischievous and just overall rambunctious. Regan is all of these things. But it's a blast! Most people don't have the patience for it, but I do. She's crazy and I love her. I love crazy.
When I finally brought her home I didn't know what to name her. I finally had to decide when I took her to the vet for the first time and they needed to make an official record. I'm very glad I named her Regan. It's a beautiful name, especially for an elegant female such as herself. However, there's one other name I almost gave her and from time to time I still call her it.
I got Regan during a very interesting time in my life. It was a time when anxiety trumped dreaming. I was finishing up school and I truly had no idea what was coming next. Most people would advise you to not get a dog until you're in a stable place. I said screw it and just did the thing anyway. And hey, it worked out. Going back to when I first held this 10 day old puddle of love in my hands, I knew she was the one because she was at ease. Every other puppy in the litter that I held would cry and wine and squirm. But Regan just nuzzled up next to me and went to sleep, dreaming sweet puppy dreams. And that's how I knew she was the one. Likewise, the day I picked her up from the breeder in Thomasville I drove her straight to Tampa to show her to my parents. She slept the whole drive there, dreaming sweet puppy dreams.
To me, dreaming sweet dreams is what life is all about. My mom used to say, "Sweet dreams" to me every night before I went to bed. It's kind of a life motto. When I was in high school I took Spanish and one of our exercises was to write Spanish poetry. I wrote a poem called "Buenos Suenos." Suenos is spanish for dreams. So I wanted to name this beautiful, sweetly dreaming puppy "Sway", short for suenos.
I know that's a dumb sounding name, which is why I obviously didn't name her that. But every now and again I call her Sway Rey, cause I need to call her that. Because she came into my life during a time when it was important to ignore the anxiety that comes from not knowing what's next, and to instead dream sweet dreams. I call her Sway Rey when I need to remind myself to dream sweet dreams.
Dreams are important. I haven't done much dreaming in the past year, mainly because reality has been better than my dreams. But I looked at my beautiful, sweetly dreaming Sway Rey the other day and I realized it's time to start dreaming again. Cause when dreams come true you don't stop dreaming, you don't settle into contentment. You say, "Wow. That's incredible. God just showed me how big he really is. And I think he has even more up his sleeve. Let's go big or go home."
Dream sweet dreams.
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