i’m about to be traveling. internationally. what a wonderful and exciting job i have, and i’m at turns thrilled and in wonderment of it. circumstances as they unfolded, this arrived amidst a host of synchronicities that i’ve been too busy savoring to document. and likely never will, what with the new focus on being.
sitting here, i’m thinking of my cats. i’m going to be out of the country for weeks, possibly months at the time. i had not considered it, but this poses a real quandary and i’m miffed with myself for not having thought of it more deeply.
i suppose i could hire someone to ‘sit’ them, but it hardly seems fair. and i’m balking rather mulishly at the thought of giving them up. sigh. i really do not know what i’m going to do.
they are so precious, and have seen me through quite a lot over the last year. it seems callous that i did not think more of them when considering this job. ok. no. i’m not going to kick myself overmuch on it. but dang it. what am i going to do?
i don’t have to decide just yet, there is a span of time before action must be decided upon… but i admit, i’m fretting. sigh. sigh. sigh. grrr.