I miss my dog Layla.  Her cuddling right up next to me and watching out for my best interest with those pure unconditional eyes. I miss the simple mundane beautiful boring things I did every day. Throwing out the garbage, running for the train or a simple single malt scotch when I got home. But mostly today I miss Layla’s love. Pure love. I had a rough day because I spent too much time wondering and not believing. Broke my one minute rule.

But I forgive myself. Remembering to love and accept myself is the lesson I’m learning.

Layla will get me back to what I need to focus on. Just the love, the tremendous possibilities of the victory that lie ahead. Despite the daily struggles, I should never underestimate the power of pure love and belief, whether it be my dog, my family, my friends, or my roommate here (a real 9/11 hero by the way.)

I miss my dog.