Okay, this is how I feel on many days! What's old is new again. In my younger years I was a high-strung, anxious and mercurial person. Somewhere around forty I mellowed out and discovered anxiety and worry were just borrowing trouble. For nearly two decades I have been a steady-eddy. You can count on me. I've had a barn roof collapse from the weight of snow on pregnant mares, trapping one, I've had horses die, horses seriously injured, mares have foaling trouble. I had to raise Zing when his dam died at birth and I had five other foals plus around thirty horses to care for. I did it, no worries. Well some, but steady-as -she -goes.High-strung anxiety is creeping back in. I notice some moody behavior. If I'm going to regain my former temperament, is it too much to ask that I also regain my former figure? I think it's only fair. I'll keep the gray hair and the sagging skin, but how about the Fates taking the fat? Hmm, bargaining. Wouldn't that be a good trick if you could get away with it.
The trouble with my getting up on my toes is, I have 'hot' horses and the two blend like oil and water and someone won't come out of that combination well. They would put their money (or hay) on me. I would have to agree with them. I've gotten fat, but they still outweigh me by a bit. So, the only thing to be done is, turn off the radio, the TV and stick my head in the sand for awhile, maybe ten years. When I pull my head out of the sand, or as I have been known to say about people who don't pay attention, out of my butt, it will be a brave new world. Of course, there's always Valium.
