Random Musings About Life

  “I didn’t share this story at first because I didn’t know how it would end. Now I do.” On December 11, 2025, a small, skittish Rat Terrier showed up on our property. We live in a rural area where dog dumping happens far too often, so at first I assumed he was another heartbreaking case of that. He had no chip, no collar, and despite efforts from both me and animal control, no owner ever came forward. I’ve had Rat Terriers before. I knew the stance, the eyes, the “I’ve chosen you” energy. And once he decided I was his person, that was that. We adopted him. Some of you know pieces of this story, but for those who don’t — or who need a refresher — I want to share why this moment was so huge for me. Why I Thought I Could Never Have a Dog Again For years, I believed I could never safely have a dog. Not because I didn’t want one, but because of something I never imagined could be dangerous: topical estrogen . My first dog, Ranger, was sickly his entire life. I started topical estrogen ...

  Audacity: Not the loud or reckless version. The quiet courage to live fully on my own terms, trust my instincts, live with intention, and follow resonance even when it’s unfamiliar. The willingness to step into life with self‑trust, intuition, and a little fire. The part of me that says yes to experiences that expand me. I lived that way once. I’m living that way again. She’s back — and truth is, she never left. She’s just rising again .                                           I’ve carried the motorcycle gas-tank analogy with me for years. It started as a simple way to explain why I often felt out of sync with people — why conversations that seemed meaningful to others felt thin to me, why I could sit in the quiet corners of my mind for hours while others skimmed the surface of their own. Some people run on two‑ or three‑gallon tanks. Most run on five...