Heading to bed a bit early...
But here's to the new year.
It's going to be another year of miracle moments, of keeping the faith in the dream and a year of a lot of new struggles. It's odd how the turning of the year can fill me with such hope when I find so many things that drag me down right now. While school is exciting, and the future is exciting, I can't help but find thinking about it a bit on the unbearable side - graduating is scary, the real world is scary. While it's still positive, it's not what I want to think about.
What this new year WILL bring (so help me,) is fruition of the living dream that keeps me going every day at work and keeps me trooping on through fatigue, apathy and fear; the new horse. Foxie is still my baby and the best thing that ever happened to me, but I feel in my bones that I need this second horse, too. I need the challenge that is attainable to help me tackle the challenges at work and school I wouldn't be brave enough to attempt otherwise. I need a little help remembering to keep calm and kick on. Training a baby is an attainable challenge; horses are the most giving of spirits and I have yet to have a ride without a little victory, even if it is getting two steps of swinging, back-using trot out of ten thousand. That little success is enough to sustain me, I've found, in hours of mind-insulting work and when I get back from class and just want to give up and go back to bed forever.
And now one for my odd New Years' tradition:
This must be it; welcome to the New Year.
(Still trying to find out if my words have any meaning.)
Here's to the new year; here's to living the dream.
