All day at the computer is torture for me.
Sitting in the office on a beautiful spring day is aggravating as I see the wind move the trees tantalizing me to stroke my garden, take Kira to the park, pedal my bike, or walk my dog.
Feeling pulled in so many directions by so many people and projects isn’t something I’m accustomed to juggling. Craig laughs and says, that’s why you are President. Ha Ha Ha Ha. Not so funny. (he thinks so)
This must be what it is like for the pastor of a church who is needed by so many, giving, pouring, drained, and often receiving little encouragement.
Where to go when I hit empty? The promises in the bible, they are my first hit, hidden in my phone, always at my fingertips. Always encouraging.
I interrupted Gwinny’s dinner of hay, tacked her up, and trotted her around for almost an hour.
I forgot about it all. I enjoyed the fresh air, other riders, and the companionship of my sweet horse who doesn’t ask anything from me but to keep her safe. Riding requires all of my attention with extreme focus so there’s no room to think about anything else in life. Actually, when the smell of the barn hits me I can feel my work life take a nap, and me, the same me I have known since I was a little girl, she gets to come out and play.
This is why I have spent nine months learning to ride. I knew this was my goal, to relieve stress, get a reset, have a workout, clear my mind, enjoy the relationship with my own big baby. A stinky barn, getting filthy dirty and sweaty, that’s my formula for the perfect country club.
After an enjoyable, fun ride, I returned her to her stall and drove home happy. All those problems were sitting in the passenger seat waiting for me, but they didn’t seem as big as they were when I locked them in the car. What did my family get? A cheerful mama. That’s much better than the alternative.