In a perfect world we’d get a new pickup every 4-6 years- or at 100 thousand miles instead of driving the ones we have into the ground. But in the scheme of things that doesn’t matter.
In a perfect world, I’d have a bigger house that had a split bed-room layout, a real master suite, with a closet that’s bigger than a postage stamp and a bathroom that is big enough for two. But in the scheme of things, it’s not important.
In a perfect world, we’d have a 150×200 foot barn to ride in. All. Glorious. Year. Long! The grass would never be short; save for winter, and we’d have rain every month as needed. But in the scheme of things, we can get by with our 40X100 barn and make do with the weather patterns that Mother Nature Gives us.
In a perfect world, the horse market wouldn’t be in the tank. It’d be back to 2005 levels and we’d see a decent return on our investment in these colts of ours. But we’re still alive and eating, so in the scheme of things, we’ll survive.
While those things may not be ‘perfect’, my world and my life, certainly is.
I am able to get up everyday and do what I want to do that day. I can go ride a horse, start a colt, make jewelry, play the guitar, pack up the camera to take pictures, hang out with my chickens, or cook amazing things for someone who’ll enjoy them. In the scheme of things, I’m so blessed, and I do my best to not take that for granted.
I have a man that adores me and would do anything for me, a family that loves me, we live in some of the prettiest country known to this land, and I have the ability to choose how happy I am going to be each day. I can look at the negatives in my life, or I can focus on the positives, and that makes my life perfect! I have everything I need and most of what I want.
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Have a great weekend, y’all!
My trusty, cast iron skillet- My mother doesn’t have one, and do you know how many meals I’ve cooked since I’ve been here? Two. Dos. That’s it. She was so excited to have me around; then I go and disappoint because cooking in her pots and pans is simply not the same. Plus she keeps different things in her kitchen than do I, so every time I want to cook something I have to go to the grocery store first. Not something that the woman who hates to hook and un-hook her horse trailer really enjoys doing. I am, however, still alive and probably weigh less for it!
