I no longer work at The Dogist. I could say many things about my incredible time there — the dogs, the adventures, the people, the places, and oh — the good we have done together.
I could also share the details — as I usually do — about Elias’ decision to restructure the business and let go of me, Isabel and Jacquie in the process. But this moment isn’t about that.
This moment is about you.
Five and a half years ago, scared shitless, I got on a stage with Waffle and I told a story. I told my story. And for those twenty odd minutes in front of an assorted crowd in a packed room, I was at home. I was in actual alignment with my purpose — with who I am and who I was always meant to be — a storyteller.
The places that one spoken story has taken me are nothing short of remarkable. They honestly still feel surreal, especially as I take a closer look at the past five years.
When I got the job at The Dogist and every day thereafter, people would say “Oh my God! You are the luckiest! Dogs?! You wo…
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