Having spent most of the weekend posting, troubleshooting, and fine-tuning my new blog, I am now thoroughly exhausted and need to take a break from it.
An exaggeration, but only a little. Think about how much time you spend with facebook, twitter, blogger... The truth is social media is a colossal time waster. Somewhere, at some time, I lost some energy and I'd really like to get it back.
The cats are part of the conspiracy. They began clamouring at 4:40am and I woke from my dream travels to find myself in the great state of Everything Hurts. This journey begins when I slump off the couch with a stride-altering bunion and heads straight down the drive to the bruised fascia of my heel. From there it's a quick route to the audible clicking of my knee, and we pick up speed as we cruise into the stiff and unyielding lower left sacrum and hit the gas pedal to the sore, puffy, aching left shoulder (the reason I'm sleeping on the couch in the first place and, truly, the nature of this injury deserves it's very own post). A quick tap on the brakes and we hit the pounding sinus headache and I find myself at my destination: shuffling around in the dark, fumbling cat food into tiny little dishes.
And I confront exhaustion, yet again. One thing I completely underestimated when I brought horses home to live here is that they -- and every other animal -- require the devotion most people reserve for toddlers. And unless you're pumping out toddlers by the dozen, you get through this phase after a few years at which time, I surmise, your energy begins to rebound.
My 1000+ pound toddlers show no signs of growing into more independence so that I can get some rest. And truthfully -- here's the paradox -- I don't want them to. I love this rural life and obviously no one held a gun to my head and shouted "BLOG OR DIE!" So, like everyone else, I will make the needed adjustments and find the balance. Mostly, I will stop making laundry lists of things that hurt.
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