Every since Kizzie was a puppy (this pic was taken at about two years old), she has LOVED to play tug of war. The name of the game was to get the toy close enough to you for you to grab, and then pull it just out of your reach. Every once in awhile, let you grab it so we can play tug of war. Once little Kizzie has “won,” she runs around the house shaking the toy. Best puppy game, ever.
You would think with all this free time I have, I’d be blogging more. I’m actually mostly sleeping during the day, playing with Kizzie, doing a few light chores, and chatting with friends. There is a big cloud hazing over my brain and I can’t seem to come up with a decent topic, nonetheless the motivation to write it properly.
So I’m doing this little tug-of-war with myself that DBT would term “opposite-to-emotion.” Basically, you make yourself do a little bit of that which is opposite to how you are feeling.
My opposite-to-emotions have been ranging from doing diary cards to picking up the kitchen to taking out the trash. I think I need to add blogging in there, though, because I do miss it.