Sharing the Joy
Chasing the dream, always striving and doing and wanting and learning! Admirable traits for sure, sometimes though I get tired, my brain overloaded not from the inner voices, the inner critique. It’s there for sure don’t get me wrong but actually the outside chatter is so much louder. The rabble rousers with both invited opinions and uninvited. Surely I’m too old for peer pressure. Probably too old to bow to it but honestly I’m too old and tired to have to receive it. Empty vessels and all that, these days my vessel should contain either coffee or Prosecco and come with a large packet of crisps. Otherwise leave me alone! The key to tolerance might just be to only approach me with Prosecco and crisps? The outside voices that weigh the heaviest are often the quietest. The solemn acknowledgments. The smiles of knowing, the ones who know me best who recognize where I’m happy with my horse. The really good ones can be GOOD AND BAD, they can help me dissect a meander and spiral and at...
