I guess there’s some of you out there who are natural born do-gooders.

It’s just in you from birth. Your first words were probably something like, peace and save all beings. I bet at lunch, you were the ones who gave your food away.

Then, there’s those of us who are accidental do-gooders. We happen to find ourselves in situations that call for action and well, what else are we going to do? So we, somewhat begrudgingly, do good. We try to do the next right thing.

I fall into this accidental do-gooder category.

Because here’s the honest, real-speak : doing good can be one huge pain in the ass. Truly.

Now. We all want to do good. I’m putting on my rose colored glasses and sticking by that statement. In our own unique ways, we do. That doesn’t always translate over to the actual doing.

Ever since this whole just do the next right thing thing came into my sphere, I’ll be damned if it isn’t constantly in my head. It annoys the shit out of me.

Mainly because it is constantly inconveniencing me. But, I guess that comes along with the do-gooder territory, right?

Knowing what the next right thing is to do is often tricky. Sometimes what I believe is the right thing might not seem all that “right”. Or, as I said, it’s one huge pain in the GD ass.

Like the these cats. Right now, I have five four week old kittens in the garage. It was seven, but I found a home for one, as well as a home for the Mama I was housing in there, as well.

I wish I could have seen the look on The BF’s face when he came home to find seven cats in our garage the other day. Really need to get on that award for him. You know he hasn’t said one negative thing to me about all this cat rescuing. Not one!

He’s been nothing but supportive about the whole thing and running out to get more food or litter or flea spray, or any number of the other things you need when rescuing cats.

I’d like to think I’d be the same if the roles were reversed, except I know that I’d at least secretly be getting fed up. What a guy, People.

The cats have taken up my whole world this week and I’ve been focused on finding homes and making sure they’re healthy and thriving. It’s a lot. It could be its very own full time job. Oh, wait. I already have one of those.

So sleep has been on the back burner, along with everything else. Even the vacuum — I’ve thought about running it every day, multiple times a day, but it’s laughable. As though I have time to vacuum when saving the lives of every cat in the county. It’s beginning to feel like it really is every cat.

I’ve doubted myself constantly this week, and this whole past month — starting when I found the other cats. All 11 of those. It’s been a lot to take on and I didn’t want that responsibility.

But there’s no walking away. Because it is the next right thing to do. And if it’s not me, then who will do it? If I have to be the example, fine. I’m being it.

While this has been a stressful and taxing time, it’s also rewarding. And energizing — the other aspect I wasn’t expecting. I’m jacked up on do-goodness that I just want to keep doing more good. Maybe I’m no longer an accidental do-gooder now.

Knowing I’m ensuring these sweet little babies have a shot at life and finding them loving homes … it is a beautiful thing. It speaks to a higher Truth and Purpose.

It all comes back to taking care. So, I’m going to continue to take care, to do right as I see fit. I have no doubt it will continue to annoy me and cause temporary inconveniences, but there is nothing that beats the feeling of knowing with absolute certainty, you are precisely where you are supposed to be, doing precisely what you should be doing.

There’s a power in that. A life force that is created. I’m not sure where it will take me, but I am pretty sure there will be more cats along the way.

Maybe, just maybe, they’re the ones guiding me.