My Pride brings me so much joy...

Oh, I tell you there's nothing that makes me feel better than saddling up my Pride and going for a ride. I can have the azz crappiest day...and be in the chittiest mood. But all I have to do is saddle my prince up and life just gets better. Tonight, I was riding him in the pasture. I love the things I notice.

We have this little mama bird that laid three eggs in a little nest on the ground. M calls them "kill-dees" but I don't know if that's really what kind of bird they are. But anyway...that little mama bird just pitches the worse kind of fit when you ride up close to her. I mean...flapping her little wings, fussing like she's ten foot tall. But when I ride up to her...I talk to her softly..."It's okay, Little Mama...I'm not going to hurt your babies." You know...like that. Well, she immediately calms down just like she understands me. After the first time, she doesn't even pitch a fit when I come near her. It's like she knows.

I love how it's not even hot when I'm riding because the wind and the sun seems to come together and it's pure perfection. I love riding with A. When we leave the pasture and ride around the neighborhood, the horses feel the straight stretch of road and want to do a little running. I love it because Pride can run but Shorty bunny hops...so A is hollering at me to slow down. Then when I do...she pushes Shorty to go fast and pass us up. Egghead. I love how I could just ride and ride and ride...and how I love it so much that I never want to stop. I love the feeling of accomplishment even when I have to stop riding but I don't want to...but I still have to unsaddle, bathe and groom him. I love it when Pride gives me love in return. You can't get that from a motorcycle. Dear heavens...I love my horse...and riding him.

I always talk about finding my passion. I guess sometimes, what you are passionate about isn't your work. It's what makes you happy outside of work. It's what makes you want to come home so bad you can't stand it.

I'm over my bad mood. Can yall tell? Yall ought to love Pride, too. He makes me a much nicer person. Well, Friends...I absolutely HAVE to paint that bedroom wall tomorrow morning...so I'm heading to take a bath...and an Ambien.