Happy New year. I’ve been a little quiet on here because I’ve been going through some personal things that have been very difficult for me to share, until now.
I don’t even know how to say this, it’s been hard for me to even admit that it’s the truth, but here it is: dudes, I’m adopted. Yep that’s right, my mom is not my birth mom. I can’t even believe that I’m just finding this out, I mean I’m almost 1 years old already.
I had been doing some heavy goal setting exercises to get on track in 2013 and thought it would be a good idea to go back through my journals and some photos I found in my mom’s office. I wanted to really connect to my roots so I could revisit my core values and passions to set a future vision true to myself.
Well, I didn’t find any of those things. What I found was a devastating truth. Really, adopted? I knew I didn’t really look like anyone else in the family (Tank and I are completely different colors) but I thought that at the very worst we just had different dads. I mean we both love sitting in the sun, tugging on babies, chewing bones, napping and watching criminal minds – it’s like we’re twins. Our smiles are a little different, but what does that really say? Nothing obvious.
We’re probably going to have to completely restructure the Blood Brothers gang we’ve been organizing in the neighborhood. The irony of the name is just a little too heavy for me right now. I’m not in a good place.
I’ve spent the last few days going through my puppy photos and mourning my lost identity. I’m not sure where I’m going to find myself, or if that’s even possible with such a big question mark in my personal history, but I’m working through it. In the meantime I wanted to share with you a few of the pics that made me smile amid this darkest of moments.
Hopefully the memories will eventually carry me through to the other end of this tunnel. I have always had such a strong sense of self, it’s going to be a long journey to rebuild myself.
Stay cool my babies,