#TBT Transformation is Hard

This is a funny look at how life rarely turns out the way we think it’s going to, even when we have the best intentions.IMG_3855

So, apparently transformation is going to be more difficult than I realized…

While on my 2-day get-away, workshop, journey toward change or whatever you want to call it I decided to buy myself something.  The idea was to buy something that would be a constant reminder of the things I wanted to change.

I decided on a ring.  Not just any ring.  It had to be big, bold and I knew I would know it when I saw it.  Thirty minutes into my shopping (in one store), I still had not found the one.  I admit, I was ready to settle when the beautiful 70-year-old with long hair and piercing blue eyes said, “wait just a minute, I think I may have the perfect ring!”  This is the moment where I know I should get out quick because it is going to be perfect and it’s going to come with a price tag to match!  Yes, it was beautiful and it fit perfectly.  The price was a little more than I had hope to spend on my transformation, but it was worth it, because it was everything I wanted.  It was big, bold, beautiful and it spoke to me!

That was Sunday night. 

A mere 48 hours into my transformation I came to realize that the ring not only spoke to me, but to my dog!!!

Since I had arrived home on Sunday evening, my one year old Golden Retriever, Samson, had been very intrigued by my ring.  He watched my hand, eyed it lovingly and every so often lunged for it.

On Tuesday evening, my kitchen sink was clogged.  In order to fix it, I took my rings off and set them on the counter.  After fixing the sink I moved my transformation ring  to the back of the counter away from the sink and did some more chores around the house. While working in the kitchen my dog jumped and put his front paws on the counter. Thinking he was after the brownies, I told him to get down and ran him out of the house. About 20 minutes later I went outside and realized Samson was chewing on something and it was clanging around in his mouth. As I approached he stood up and out dropped my RING! To say I was devastated would be an understatement.  I wanted to kill the dog!  At that moment, I felt anger and overwhelming sadness, but more than anything I felt how difficult change was going to be.

My ring is currently at the jewelers and I am speaking to my dog again. 

When I do get my ring back it will be the reminder that I hoped it would be and more.  Sometimes, in life, just like with my ring, we have to be taken apart before we can be put back together. We will both have scars from the journey, but who said transformation was going to be easy?

(photo is of my ring after it was fixed.  I kind of love that it has marks from Samson’s teeth and it’s not perfect.  Neither am I)

Sunshine & Sarcasm,


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