This picture was taken last spring. But I feel like it's the view I am facing now.
The water is murky. Everything is dreary. I want to stay in the saddle and keep those feet dry.
Maybe it's that time of year. The end of winter. It just drags on and on. Is the end in sight?
I don't talk a lot on my blog about the overly personal things going on in my life. However, you know pretty much everything that is going on with my horse's personal life. Don't worry, I have his consent.
Right now, I have a lot of things going on, from many different facets of my life. I don't always chose to share them on my blog. It's just my nature. I am actually a fairly open person, on a good day I might tell a stranger my life story if they give me the chance. However, for some reason, I am not 100% comfortable doing that here.
Nothing major to worry about, I am just busy, mostly in a good way. And a little overwhelmed, trying to see people I haven't connected with in a while, working hard, horsin' around, trying to keep up.....the to-do list is always long.
Back to my horse's personal life. Thank you for all of your insight and advice. I talked to the vet about his bump and emailed her pictures this afternoon. Of course, she can not diagnosis over the phone, but thinks it might sound like a sarcoid from my description. She will call me tomorrow after viewing the pictures tonight. Paint Girl reports there is not much change in the bump and said that it might look a little flatter than it did on the weekend. If it stays the same or worsens, I will have the vet out on Friday for sure.
Amazingly, I am not as anxious about this as I have been in the past about My Boy's health. Previously, I have really freaked out about his injuries and health issues, even the minor ones. I think it's like having your first baby. I hear that you call the doctor every time she spikes a fever. By your second baby, you're like, um, here's some baby Tylenol, let's see what happens. And by the third child, it's like, third child? Where's my third child? They have a fever? Just kidding. But you know what I mean.
I think as we grow older, and mature in our experiences, things become less scary. The more bumps in the road (no pun intended, sorry My Boy!) the more things don't go right and you worry then they turn out fine, the less you worry the next time. Well, I will worry a teeny tiny bit less. Mercy, I am still me. Thanks to what I believe is a genetic propensity to experience more anxiety than the average person (darn those average people) I will never face anything different, difficult, or scary without some sort of worry. The thing is, I think I've gotten to a point where I can actually face them and deal with them now.
Maybe this is a sign that as I turned 38 last month, I am finally starting to.....grow up?
And hopefully before too long, my view will look something more like this.
Lots of blue sky, dry ground, tank tops, and trail rides with family and friends.