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Let’s be perfectly honest. Most of the time this world doesn’t make much sense.
I have been thinking a lot about happiness lately. Why some of us seem to feel it all the time and others cannot seem to find it at all.
Of course I am not talking about life’s circumstances and events we did not create and cannot control. I am talking about being happy and in the present. Feeling fulfilled. Content.
A few weeks ago I watched a wonderful documentary called Enlighten Up. It is available to watch free online. But if you don’t have that much time to kill, I found my favorite part for you:
I know it is not the best quality and might seem like a long clip, but I promise you it is that good.
Be happy today. It is the least you can do!
I snuck out to the farm this afternoon.
Normally I only ride when my son is in preschool but husband had a day off so I took advantage of it. I reasoned that I had to wash the dog anyway after brushing him for hours, so I really had no choice…
I saddled up and went for a trail ride. All the horses were put away in stalls for the night, pastures were empty and deer were feeding on the grass by the track. Max was soaked from the shower I gave him earlier and smelling like Mane’n tail. He was trotting along, his tail hi up, probably fancying himself a bit of a horse too. Vizon was feeling rather competitive, wanting to race my dog. I sat there, controlling his pace, wandering what goes through his mind as I ride him on a late summer afternoon.
They both noticed the deer grazing and dog charged after him. As if he was ever going to catch him. And if so, what would he do with him anyway? Vizon was staring at the chase, wanting to trot faster. We took the curb and rode over the leaves that have started falling in the past week. The sound of them crushing under my horses huffs, my dog panting by the side of us, trying to catch up and the breeze on my face made me happy. Riding on a quiet afternoon, on an empty farm, alone, made me happy.
Then the guilt came over me. What kind of mother am I? My happiest moment of the day is spend with my animals. What kind of wife am I? When I think of a perfect afternoon, my husband’s role in it is one of a babysitter. What kind of friend am I? Being glad that I waved at my girlfriends leaving through the gate as I entered the farm?
I looked at the time. Then I decided to go another lap around the racetrack. And we galloped all the way. Max and Vizon racing, the dust on the track lifting up behind us. Nobody could see us through it, so I smiled. I will hug my boy, kiss my man and spend time with my friends later. But right now we will run free.
( I wrote this couple of months ago. )