Junk Yard Dog

                                    

There are many labels I have heard in relation to my name...some, I have worked on changing, some I take pride in and some are a surprise.

In my life thus far I have heard that I am...

fearless                                                smart

funny                                                   empathetic

distracted                                             intuitive

depressed                                             good quilter

anxious                                                aware

has a mind like a steel trap                     psychic

has such a pretty face                            efficient

goal oriented                                        disorgainized

impatient                                             focused

impatient                                             generous

impatient                                             good friend

                                                                          

This is the short list depending on if you are friend or foe...but it is my list.  I agree with this list, there are some that do not live fully in my life now...I rarely get depressed anymore. Although, I have had pyschic moments I am not on the level of John Edwards (who I think may be a quack) but more on the level of the guy on medium...I am reading between the lines.  I have yet to totally get a grasp on my impatients but I can laugh at myself in those moments.

The title I am most proud of now is "junk yard dog."  Now a junk yard dog is one who is trained to protect the junk yard.  He patrols the perimeter of the yard, stands on top of the junk and makes sure no one crosses the fence.  I like knowing that within me is a junk yard dog.  A part that protects the rest of me.  Although I am considered flexible...I do not want to be used because of my flexibility.  I want respect in my home and work life.   My home life is cake...work on the other hand requires a pep talk each morning. 

I watch others who are stomped on each day but don't want to tip the boat, so they swallow their anxiety, anger and depression.  Come in, go out...losing a little bit of themselves each day. 

But what if they had a bit of "junk yard dog?"  It does not mean you have to rip into people, it means you watch and when someone cross the line or tries to push you in a direction that doesn't feel right...show some pearly white teeth.

Everyone respects the junk yard dog.