I realized today, and this is complete randomness, as I’m driving to grab a bite-(I really should knock that off, btw) that for the last three years or so, I’ve been concerned about running a household, and that was due partly to my husband’s prodding and complaints about the house never being clean enough or me working too much. But lately, I’m looking around the house thinking, why was I busting my tail when there are other things I’d rather do, and other places I’d rather be?
My priority is no longer an immaculate house, though I do like it to be picked up and look neat, but rather, a herd of well-trained, exceptional horses are more in the line with what I’m currently concerned with.
If I’m being honest, that’s always been at the top of my list; I just fell away from that for a long time, and now I’m getting back to my roots. Mamma always said I had a one-track mind: horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. She’s right.
At one point I said I wanted balance in my life. Frankly, I’m not sure that’s true. As I grow older I’m learning more about myself and where I want to go and who I really am. Sometimes the picture isn’t pretty; sometimes it is. My career is probably the most important thing to me right now. Should it be? I’m certain it probably shouldn’t but I’m not willing to change that part of me right now either.