03/06/2024
A beautiful, crisp morning to be horseback. Cold March
mornings keep me honest as my mental resilience against the cold begins to weaken with the promise of warmer days ahead. Itβs easy to go counterfeit this time of year and stay in bed a little longer, wait for the weather to come around. After all it canβt be far off. But there are horses to get on. So after a full mental debate with myself, I gulp down some caffeine and pull on my long johns that I canβt wait to put away for the year. My fingers and toes ache, old injuries sing a small song, reminding me that they too are a part of me, sometimes not so gently. I swing a leg over a fresh, snorty c**t and chuckle to myself because Iβll be 30 this year, and something funny happens when you near 30. People start to wonder when you might dial down doing semi foolish things like being the first to climb up in the middle of a snorty c**t. But here I am, finding as much joy and thrill and satisfaction in it as I ever have. In an age where everyone seems to have a mental diagnosis, Iβll go ahead and call that mine. Equine obsessive disorderβ¦sounds official enough.
Thereβs so much to juggle in this worldβ¦to be a good mom, a good wife, a good friend, to make enough money, and dinner and fold the laundry. But in the midst of all that juggling donβt forget to keep pursuing your passions, even if that means long days and tired feet. Keep believing in it. Keep after it. The things that make you feel right to your core, keep doing those things.
Hereβs to a lifetime of dreaming horse dreams. Iβll keep saddling my horses as long as fate will allow.
Happy Tuesday, friends!
Go saddle your horse and rideπ
