This afternoon as I was longing Splinner (!) I had an image of myself @ 65 years old writing a book titled: The Boys I Rode & The Horses I Loved.

I laughed ....

... I hope I'm at least 80 before I write that book.

I am not good. I am not selfless.

I am selfish. I am often mean.

You probably can't believe this - but I really do care. Can you still see that?

Everyday that something isn't wrong is a good day.  I went out to the barn this afternoon and even though it was grey and rainy it was great!  Splinner was so good.  It gives me a feeling of one successful step - which is great.

I plan out parts of my life that would occur three years from now ( Read more... )

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I hate being left behind, even if it is for the kindest of reasons. I don't like feeling abandoned, even if I know logically no one is really abandoning me. My irrational fear ... I'm being left out? I'm not being considered in others' major life plans? I'm missing out on something that I don't even realize is happening until it's too late? My ( Read more... )

if you could just tell me that we can justify this with the future of not just our country, but our world.

if this were anything else I would have thrown in the towel a while ago. but because it's an animal that could not exist without me ... or maybe an animal that I could not exist without ... it is the one thing I cannot give up on.

I missed out on something really big with you. It was my fault. And I am so thankful that I am able to believe that you would forgive me for it. I really think you would. You were so amazing, so vivacious. And the only image I can have of you is still just that - chuckling and cussing and so honestly rough and happy ( Read more... )

i hope i'm as inescapable to you as you are to me