Lulu’s Corner
A cozy little nook of joy, healing, and redheaded wisdom.
If you’ve spent a little time on this site, you’ve probably already met Lulu—my dog, my sidekick, and, let’s be honest, the emotional support supervisor of my entire life. She’s fluffy, loyal, stubborn in the way only redheads can be, and somehow always knows when I need to take a deep breath or a long walk.
Lulu came into my life at a time when I was learning to put myself back together. She didn’t ask me to explain who I was or what I was going through—she just stayed by my side. That’s what this corner of the internet is about: pausing, softening, and celebrating the moments that bring us back to ourselves.
What You’ll Find Here:
🐾 Lighthearted reflections on life, learning, and Lulu
🐾 Lessons from a dog who knows how to rest better than most humans
🐾 Cozy thoughts on books, self-kindness, and slowing down
🐾 Occasional appearances from Pippi Longstocking, other fictional redheads, and unexpected wisdom from furry companions
Whether you’re a fellow dog lover, someone healing from burnout, or just here for a gentle reminder to look for the joy in small things—this corner is for you.
Grab a cup of tea. Get comfortable. You’re welcome here—just as you are.
(Lulu says hi, by the way.)
🐾 What Lulu Taught Me About Rest
The other day, Lulu jumped up onto the dog bed, circled exactly three times, and then flopped down with a sigh so deep it felt like a full sentence. A declaration, really. Something along the lines of:
“I’ve done enough. Time to rest.”
I watched her for a moment, half-laughing at how specific and ritualistic she is about her naps. But then I realized: I don’t do that. I don’t pause. I don’t give myself permission to rest—not like that. Not without guilt.
Lulu has no shame in her rest. No voice in her head telling her she should be answering emails or cleaning or checking in on someone else. She just listens to her body, gets cozy, and trusts that the world can wait a little while.
It made me think—when did we stop letting ourselves rest like that? When did we start thinking stillness had to be earned?
🌿 Rest is Not a Reward
One of the hardest things I’ve had to unlearn as an adult (especially as an educator, a woman, and a person with big dreams) is the idea that rest is something you get after you’ve “done enough.”
But what if we reframe rest the way Lulu models it:
Not as something to feel guilty about, but as something necessary to being okay, to showing up again tomorrow with love, patience, and presence?
Rest doesn’t make us lazy. It makes us sustainable.
And as Lulu reminds me—a little sunbeam, a cozy blanket, and a quiet afternoon might just be the most productive thing you do all day.
So today, I’m taking a cue from my redheaded companion. I’m circling the metaphorical couch. And I’m resting.
You can too. 💛