It's been a hell of a year. There have been major highs, and major lows. Joy, sorrow, and always plenty of love.
MattG asked the question on his blog, "Are you better or worse now than a year ago?"
The answer, for me, is better.
I'm back in school after a long hiatus, working towards my goals and my dreams, I've met a lot of great new people, started on the road towards getting my training business started, and made a lot of progress with Monkey.
I have friends and family who I love and who love me, horses to play with, people to teach and to learn from, and opportunities that I have no intention of allowing to pass me by. My grades for the semester were everything I could have hoped for and more, and the pride I felt was totally worth the late nights and headaches.
In the new year, I'll keep working for my goals, keep working on my horses, and add new responsibilities and opportunities to my list.
Resolutions? No, no resolutions, I'm where I want to be, doing what I want to do. I wouldn't change a thing.
Well, ok, I might could do with some... ahem... companionship.... in the new year, but really, that's secondary. If you put a new training challenge and a new guy in front of me, I'd probably be so far gone on the back of that horse that you couldn't see me before he could ask for my number.
Which might explain why there aren't men beating down my door.....
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Well, if you do happen to find a companion, don't get all syrupy. There are plenty of other blogs that make me want to vomit.
Happy New Year!!!! to you and your family. (including farm mom. I SURE don't want to piss her off)
Thank you jon and happy new year to you too.
As I keep telling my daughters-- "Stay away from those stinky boys-- they'll distract you from what's important and take your lunch money."
Oh, I know that they'll ignore me, but hopefully they'll step into their first couple of relationships with enough caution that they won't abandon what they should be doing, altogether.
The semester that I met my wife, my semester GPA dropped below a 1.0, if I recall correctly.
My wonderful step sister (who is a 28 year old hottie) managed a 4.0 for this fall semester, while working full time and commuting. She broke up with her boyfriend before mid-terms. Life without distractions, baby.
indeed, Matt, but I could occasionally use a little distraction....
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