A little AHA moment for your Wednesday morning coffee break. Some thoughts for your pot.
The importance of time keeps coming to the forefront of my mind lately. Time can heal any number of things if you give it the chance to take the time it takes. This is something that is hard for most people to do.
No matter how hard we as humans try not to, we will almost always seek instant gratification. Often we will change something without even knowing it and then get thrown completely off balance by the shift in the pendulum and question why.
Got an email or communication or situation that you do not know how to handle or that makes your blood rise? Sleep on it. Give yourself time to gain some objectivity and perspective. You can not take back words any more than you can take back time.
Not feeling well? Give it some time. Take some rest. Slow down. Observe. You can throw all the medicines and doctors at some things, but at the end of the day we do not know even close to everything and sometimes the answer is only time. Let Mother Nature do her thing. Not everything is medical or science.
Give your dog an extra cuddle. Don’t take the ride. Be still.
Or give that to your animals. They have off days too!
Did you change their feed? Did you change their tack? Did you change their routine? Did you move their home? Most people are affected by these changes as well, give your animals the chance to settle and bounce back. Also realize if the change you made was not for the better. It takes more time than you think, for them and for you. One change in a human mind often means many to an animals. Break it down.
Smell the roses. Or the wildflowers, as it were. It is a saying for a reason.
Rest in the shade. Position yourself so the sun is just behind the tree trunk.
Allow your perception and perspective to be on the fringe of your senses. You will hear the sound of a Rosette Spoonbill flying overhead. You will see the movement of an owl at dusk trying to protect its prey.
Tomorrow is a new day! Sleep on it! Leave it with me! Smell the roses!
Walk in love, dear readers, and take your time doing it!
Also, drink your water, it is getting HOT out there!
I have never understood the whole quarter life or mid life crisis thing. Always was an odd concept to me. A conundrum. I jokingly throw around the term at times. I typically think of age as just a number. A number that many people use as an excuse or something to dread. Or view as a ticking time bomb or one of those daily flip calendars with a finite number of pages. The truth is, you are the age you feel you are. I have never really felt my age, even when I was little. Dare I say that I typically think of myself as an old soul. I read somewhere that one should never admit to that if you ever want to get married. Well, I just did. I suppose I am doomed now.
“Yeah there are different roads to happiness
I took a different path I guess
Came out on the others side just fine
The losing side of twenty five”
Turning twenty five was no big deal for me like everyone makes it out to be. Well, on second thought, maybe it was. I was either twenty four or five when I died my hair on a whim. Making the decision as I walked in the door of the salon. Pretty out of character for this planner. It was supposed to be redish and my parents freaked out like I had gone to the dark side and said it was purple. It wasn’t purple, at least not after it faded.
Twenty six was a big one. When I turned twenty six I felt like I was kicked on my bum out of the nest, falling on a large stick puncturing my wallet as I had to get my own health insurance policy. A puncture that just keeps getting bigger. Like some terrible kind of graduation gift that just keeps on giving. I called that a quarter life crisis to be funny, but honestly, I still do not know why it felt like such a big deal. Everyone has to do it. The hair dying was probably closer to a crisis, depending on who you ask. Some people may even call this blog, created almost a year ago, a quarter life crisis.
“My regrets are far and few between
and I can’t say that they’ve cost me a thing.
Except some money and a little bit of love,
But I’ll give that up.
If I can say that I am still my own
Without the rules that they forced upon.
At least since they day that I was had
because I can’t go back.”
At twenty eight, I sometimes feel like I am back where I was at twenty three, fresh out of undergrad, wondering why on earth I worked to graduate on time and give up my ability to ride every day. Still with an urge to dye my hair and blame it on a quarter life crisis just because. Just because I feel antsy. Questioning my life decisions and wondering. What is next? What am I supposed to be learning here?
I don’t think a season of life in transition, with God pushing me into rest, prayer, and waiting, can be considered a quarter life crisis. That is what I think most people do.
Here is the thing though. Everyone is in their own boat on the same sea. It is all a part of the journey. AHAmoment. The path. Individual and unique, just like you. The end destination is the same for everyone on different roads with different challenges. Might as well enjoy the ride! Look back at the end and marvel at what was experienced and accomplished instead of regrets or what went wrong. There will be many more seasons of transition to prepare you for what is next, often feeling like the waves going up and down the beach. One minute you think you are up and then the next you are back. The key is to stay the course. Just like working with a horse. One bad ride does not doom the next. Give them time to learn and figure it out. One mistake does not define a life. Mistakes do not exist if we learn from them. Be patient. Pray. Learn and grow. It is hard, yes, but in due time, His time, you will know what the next step is and when to take it. The next season will begin.
“When you are at war with yourself, you are bound to lose.”
So, no. No crisis. Never was and never will be. I am over here, happily in transition. Faithfully waiting. My current season of rest. Still. It does not come easy for me, but with His help, it will get easier. I will be prepared.
I’m not going to dye my hair, don’t worry. At least I don’t think so.
How I get to all of that from listening to one song is a wonder to me. Hello? Did I lose you? Anyone still there?
The good news is, the strangles scare was just that, a scare. I will still check each horse just in case while I am out tending to my Lito man. Speaking of Lito. He still seems to be recovering well and is enjoying his short workouts. Keeping sound with no added heat or swelling. Barring any schedule changes, we should be ready for his vet check by Wednesday or Thursday next week. Fingers crossed, dear readers.
