I just spent a week and a half dog/apt sitting for a new friend. Let's just say I'm not ready to be responsible for another living being; I'm just not mature/selfless enough. I am walking away, however, with a bit of perspective. I haven't really taken care of anyone/anything in a long time. It's just been me. It's been me bumbling around and, if anything, being taken care of by others. But these past weeks, I had to be selfless.
I know you're probably thinking, Mandy, that doesn't count. I would like to say, however, that it does. I had to make sacrifices and not do things I wanted to do. I hadn't been to the gym in all that time until this morning. When I got home after school, which had to be at a certain time so as to prevent accidents, I was in for the night. When Bronco was sick, I had to clean up after him. (And I definitely called my mom like a proud parent when he stopped getting sick.) For two weeks, I was a responsible adult.
Today, I picked up said new friend at the airport. While I will miss those dogs, today was fun post 6pm because it was just me to take care of all over again. And that's nice.
One day though, I'll be ready. One day I will be mature enough to constantly put someone else before myself. (Although I'd like to think I'll still be able to sleep in on the weekends.)
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