I’ve been a bit stressed lately, mostly because lots of small things that I can’t easily get crossed off my To Do List make me feel overwhelmed. It’s my busy time of the year at work and I have lots of wedding planning going on… which means lots of appointments and last-minute “oh shit” projects mixed in with all the regular stuff. Plus, I just seem to be on the struggle bus lately. For example, my Monday:
9:00 p.m. Farrier texts confirming Miles’s trim appointment for 9 a.m. tomorrow
7:00 a.m. I text the barn manager, and ask her to keep Miles inside for the farrier (no turnout)
8:30 a.m. Get to work, our entire network is down and I can’t even access the internet
9:30 a.m. Network is back up! Huzzah!
11:00 a.m.-2:00 p.m. Slew of never-ending meetings
2:10 p.m. I leave work for a doctors appointment
2:45 p.m. In the waiting room I get a text from the Farrier that he was unable to make it to the farm today
3:00 p.m. My phone battery is at 4% so I rush to Meijer and buy an over-priced car charger
3:15 p.m. I panic on the phone with Sam about my Farrier, who has now made 1 appointment on time in the 6 months I’ve owned Miles
3:30 p.m. I arrive back at work
5:00 p.m. I fire my Farrier
5:01 p.m. I call my trainers Farrier, who graciously agrees to add Miles to his list and we schedule an appointment for 9:30 on Wednesday
5:02 p.m. I start drinking copious amounts of white wine… and you can imagine the rest of the night *wink wink*
So yesterday I went straight to the barn from work, groomed the pony and started walking to to the indoor promptly at 5:15 p.m. I had to cancel my lesson because my new helmet isn’t in yet and I definitely don’t want to jump in a damaged one. I probably shouldn’t even be riding in it at all, but sometimes you just need to get on an ride, ya know?Basically what I’m trying to say is that small, seemingly simple tasks have just been really fucking tough this past week for no reason whatsoever. Fuck me.
I digress. Back to the point.
The large indoor is not connected to the barn, so I have to walk about 10 steps outside. And as soon as I opened the barn door and stepped out, Miles perked his ears and looked longingly at the outdoor arena. So even though it was 35 degrees and slightly windy, we rode outside. In the sun. And it was glorious.
My best friend N joined us for a bit and we didn’t do a goddamn thing. We walked around on the buckle for 15 minutes, I did a short trot/canter/trot session and then we stood in the middle and talked. And I felt 1,000 times better when I left the barn than when I had arrived.
That was exactly what I needed.