Earlier today I received a wrong number text from someone I know. While I could screen shot it and blast it here, I’m not that type of person and will keep the involved parties anonymous. They know who they are. Anyway... person A saw a post I put on FB of a new arrival at the farm and took the time out of their day to screenshot it and send it to person B. Person B then took the time to find a text I had sent them about this new addition, highlight a comment I wrote and text it with a snarky comment. Unfortunately for them, they sent it to me instead of to person A. I called them out on it and it stopped there on my end. Who knows what fun they had once the message was re sent to the intended recipient. I’m sure it was a barrel of laughs.
Here’s the thing. I honestly don’t give a rats ass what anyone outside of my husband and my trainer think when it comes to anything horse related. Certainly not some strangers I met through a blog and whose only knowledge of me is what I choose to share on various social media platforms. And especially not those who wish me ill, want to watch me crash and burn and who have nothing productive to offer. Nobody outside of Dusty knows me entirely and nobody knows what I’ve been going through these past few months which led to a decision that apparently raised some eyebrows. A decision that effects precisely nobody outside of my immediate household. And perhaps my trainer.
I invite everyone to follow the parts of my life I choose to be public about. The small group who are my cheerleaders. The slightly larger group who are my vocal haters. The silent majority who follow solely to see me fail hoping my next post will prove them right and show how much of an idiot I am. Please follow along. I’m sure I’ll give each group something to hang their hat on. Understand this though: I live my life for myself, not to please you or get your approval.
Everyone gets one ride here. One moment to shine and maybe I have a different perspective since I work with the elderly all day, but damn folks. Time is short. It goes by so damn fast. Spend less of it being mean to others and more of it being kind. You’ll enjoy life way more that way.
I’m done with this topic now and moving on. I’ve dedicated all the energy I care to on this. I’m going to return to my love/hate relationship with Eeyore, who by the way is back to jumping finally, and start my new adoration of Hamilton, the 4 year old emaciated OTTB who arrived at my farm at 6 am Monday morning after an arduous 17 hours in a trailer and has been the kindest, most gentlemanly creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. Even the Hubby, who typically only puts up with the horses, has fallen head over heels for the ginormous moose of a baby TB.
More to come in a happier introductory post for the big sweetheart. Until then...please be kind to each other. You honestly don’t know what others are going through and how a single mean or kind word could effect them.