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What My Dog Taught Me About Letting Go

What My Dog Taught Me About Letting Go

This is Gus. I believe she is here to teach me about letting go of my need to control everything. 

Gus - a female lab-mix who does not subscribe to gender norms -- is our family dog. She lived in the Konen household before I got here and we've come a long way in our relationship. At first, I was overwhelmed by her energy and she didn't much care to recognize my authority. 

After almost two years of cohabiting, she's my sweet shadow and has inspired a mild amount of jealousy in the Konen boys because I seem to be her favorite now. 

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The Story of Gus and I  

Gus is a high-energy, spaz of a dog. Most of the time, she's sweet and calm, but she has triggers in which it seems as if a switch in her brain turns off all sense of her control. Two major ones: someone's at the door and I get out the leash for a walk. 

I've been working with Gus on her leash etiquette and she's been doing really well. So well, that I was getting more comfortable and thought I could handle bringing my coffee with us on the morning walk. 

Immediately after I put her leash on, she knocked my full coffee cup off the table with that characteristically dangerous lab tail. After lots of cussing and cleaning, I decided to try again -- but both mine and Gus's energy was off the charts at this point. We made it about a block before she spilled the new coffee in my hand, I let my anger get the best of me, and I turned around towards home. 

What My Dog Taught Me About Letting Go 

On the return trip, I was thinking about how much more I enjoyed the days where I could take Gus out to areas where she didn't have to be on a leash. 

Was she any calmer on these days? No. Was I? Yup. And it dawned on me....

It was the fact that I couldn't CONTROL Gus that bothered me. I was trying to make her move in a very specific way: calm, straight, no tail wagging, no jumping. But you know what happens when I let Gus run free? 

She's spazzy. She runs. She jumps. She spins that tail like a helicopter. AND I DON'T CARE. Because I'm no longer worried about control. I let go. I let her be exactly what she is -- and we both benefit from it.

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Life Lessons From the Dog 

I understand that because there are other people in the world that I have to walk my dog on a leash within city limits. We can't always eliminate the need for order and control in our lives. 

I also can't take her out to a leash-free zone everyday. 

But what I CAN do is have a better understanding of how to navigate my personal needs for control. When I already know that Gus is a spaz, why would I set a full cup on a coffee table with a dangerous tail swinging? 

Why get mad at her for her pure enthusiasm in a walk? 

We always make it out the door. Nobody gets hurt. We both get some exercise and outside time. All the elements I get annoyed with don't matter. 

What needs to change is ME. My perspective and attachment to control is the thing that can change. 

We really don't deserve dogs. 

Fat and Fearless

Fat and Fearless