Today definitely didn't go the way I had planned.
My life has definitely not gone the way I planned but that's a good thing. That's a crazy cool thing.
As for today though, it going totally off track, it was a bit frustrating.
I was suppose to have sparring this morning and I showed up with all my gear, ready for it, but I just was in this weird funk. I couldn't pin-point it but I knew it had to do with a multitude of things. My text message conversation with Skittles last night definitely was at the top of the things on my mind hindering my focus. I just wanted to spar today, physically I was totally ready but mentally my head was definitely not there. So I sat ringside and chatted with one of the coaches.
I ended up just training on my own. I took my frustrations out on the heavy bag.
I was feeling kind of defeated when I left boxing but as I exited the building a little cry caught my attention. I looked down and standing right in front of me was the skinniest little kitten I've ever seen. It was a street cat -- SHE was a street cat. Super skinny but super friendly. I put my boxing gear down on the ground and sat on the street so I could pet her. She jumped up on my lap.
Where was her mom?!
I knew the moment I sat down on that step I was in trouble. For the next ten minutes I struggled with getting up to leave. I didn't want her to follow me home but I didn't want to go home and just leave her crying and hungry. I ended up running home, dropping off my gear and grabbing some leftovers from my fridge. I only have one meal left over from my Yummy Diet delivery when I was sick so I grabbed that and returned where I found her still crying and of course still hungry.
Popped off the lid and sat the container of food for this little four-legged girl to eat.
She was skin and bones and sporting maybe one third of a tail but she purred so much while she ate and her tail wagged like a dog every time I touched her.
For the next twenty minutes I sat there watching her eat.
I didn't want to take her home but I had told myself that if she followed me home I'd let her.
She never followed me. Instead she flopped down on the ground and rolled around, like a happy dog wanting you to pet it's tummy.
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