Some days are like this…
Or lately, most days are like this.
And you just have to make the best of it. Conjure up your own rays of sunshine.
Most everywhere is too slick to do much ridden work faster than a walk or do much more than straight lines. So we plod through puddles pretending we are kids in rain boots. Well I am a kid in rain boots. Just enjoying what little time we get together. There is so much rain on the forecast, I just have to laugh and be grateful. I may not be able to get much riding done, which is unfortunate because I am riding in a clinic in about a month, but we will get some great grass growth whenever the sun decides to come out and play.
It all has me longing for spring and everything it entails.
All of this if you too need help remembering what it is like.
The Sunday blues rode in on that same grey cloud, as unwelcome as ever, pressuring me to do something about it. Just like always.
The end of last week brought some interesting…things. Dare I call them signs. That is a scary thing to admit. That they might be signs. It means you have to do something about it.
Most people would probably call them coincidences. I do not really believe in coincidences though. I am pretty firmly in the everything happens for a reason camp.
So here I am, or was as it were, over there, lost in the going through the day to day. Dazed and confused on the inside. Deep in this season of waiting. Longest dang season of waiting. Wondering if I missed the signs long ago. Ya, so there I was, and…Bam. Bam. Bam. One thing after the other.
Guess I need to go investigate and find out. I have no idea where or if they will lead to anything, but I will learn something.
Walk in love, dear readers!