The Little Dog Syndrome.

You all know what I am talking about. You have been walking in a park or down the street and you see some small yippy little dog barking and trying to get at some huge, mean, gnarly looking beast that actually appears somewhat terrified of that miniature creature it could swallow whole. Yes, it is true, as I discovered the other night over a glass of vino with J. that I indeed suffer from the little dog syndrome.

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Ok, are you done laughing hysterically? I know, I know what took me so long to get to this realization? Well, because I am that little dog, and I never knew any better. No one ever told me to be scared of the big dog. No one ever told me to put my tail between my legs and run and hide. (Thanks for being my biggest fan, Mom!) Let’s just say that doubting my strength and success due to my size is NOT in my nature.

And now, as I face unemployment (ok we are calling it an extended vacation—shoot we are in PR for a reason!), starting a business in an horrid economy, and oh did I mention Im under 30 and never went to business school– Ok, so all that being said, I am that little dog taking on the big one and I refuse to even consider for a moment that I could get eaten.
Sometimes the things you don’t know, can’t hurt you. And believe me my bark is just as bad as my bite. I will take a bite out of this market. I will make Intertwined heard, one bark (or blog) at a time.

Dream Big. (even if you are the lil dog!)
M.