I have found that as humans we tend to carry too much stress on ourselves and worry about too many things that are out of our control. Last night (well, early this morning) I found myself driving home from work worrying about everything I had to do today before returning to work for another night. My mom is currently out of town and my stress level triples with having to have everything set up for my non-horse neighbors to come up and help, along with the dogs, house, etc. plus being properly dressed for work.
I woke up this morning after a whopping 3 hours of sleep feeling like death had come over me. I drug my feet to get the horses in and fed, all while still in my pj's, then wandered back to the kitchen in a fog to get my protein shake going to try and jump start my day. When that still didn't help I broke down all the things I HAD to do today vs. all the things I NEEDED to do. Yes, there is a difference in this list. I have to do things such as:
Feed horses and dogs
Clean stalls
Doctor hoof of the horse on stall rest
Shower
Have grain, fly sheets, and boots set up for neighbors along with specific instructions
Things I need to do include:
Riding Goose
Riding Louis
Cleaning my tack
Dishes
Laundry
Eating (just kidding this is on my have to list)
Needless to say my day is filled before it even begins, and then you throw in this crud I've been fighting off for a week and my day just goes to hell. So I make the executive decision to take some medicine, something that did not work out well for me the other day, and see what happened after 30 minutes. Wrong decision, as exhaustion caught up with me and I passed out for about an hour, and was awoken by the neighbors kid running into the house away from his parents (have I mentioned that I don't want children?!?!). I jumped up and ran to the barn, immediately feeling the pressure of a time crunch and anxiety that I would not get everything done before I had to leave.
I busted through my stalls, doctored the horse, and was grooming Goose to ride when the heavens opened up and it was pouring buckets. I grabbed my phone to look at the radar, only to see that it would stop raining about the time I was getting to work. My mood went even further south and I was about to put him into his stall and call it a day when my awesome, inspiring puppy went running through the rain jumping and playing. I walked out and looked around, realized that I was not in fact melting, and decided the hell with it. I threw boots on Goose and out we went on the lunge line. After five-ten minutes of warm up I set up a couple one foot jumps and ran with him as he jumped through the lines. I ended up soaking wet, boots disgusting from the mud and tall grass, but I got a workout and so did my horse. It honestly probably ended up being more productive than if I had gotten on him.
I finished up by letting him graze in the clover while I spun like a fool letting the rain pelt me in the face as we cooled off. I decided then that I am going to continue to get better at not letting little things get to me, and at the end of the day I am doing the best I can by myself and my horses. Not everything is in my hands, and I have to be ok with rolling with it. I am still sitting here drenched as I write this, but I was able to make some downtime for myself now and I feel better already. Now to try and keep this cool at work this evening! Haha
Until next time-
Court
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