Ch, ch, ch, changes...

Why is change such a scary thing for some people? Is it a fear of the unknown? Is it a control issue? Are they just being stubborn because they like the way things are? Maybe they are too lazy to do any work that might be associated with the change? Maybe they are too stupid or too set in their ways to learn anything new?

Change is just like shit. It happens. Deal with it, people! I can’t promise that you will like the new ways. I can’t guarantee that the “newness” will be much better than the old way. I can promise that things are gonna change, whether you like it or not. Quit bitching and you might just like what the change brings.

Obviously, I am dealing with some changes around here. Thankfully, the changes are not in my personal life, though they are affecting it, specifically my pocketbook. There’s a new sheriff in town, and he means business. So all the old school “we have been doing it this way for 30 years, so why change now” nay-sayers better get ready. Look where those 30 years have gotten you! I can tell you where; in this lovely ( can you feel the sarcasm here?) position where you have to change or die! I love the quote by Charles Kettering that says “If you have always done it that way, it is probably wrong.” (I don’t know who in the heck Charles Kettering is, but I like the way he thinks.)

I, myself, am an advocate of change. Bring it on. The sooner the better. I like things to be fast paced and busy. I hate it when things are stagnant, because it makes me lazy. I hate being lazy (though you could never tell that from the rate my backside has grown in the last year!) I need change to keep myself entertained, and frankly, I’m bored.

Jesse Jackson said “Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.” While I agree about the sweat, tears aren’t going to get you any sympathy from me. They might, however, get you a swift kick in the backside, you pansy…

I believe...

There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle. ~ Albert Einstein

I believe in miracles. I rock one to sleep every night.

My sweet girl at 9 months old. It seems like forever ago.

Responsibility bites....

Have you ever done something that you know was the right thing to do, but you just hated having to do it? Returned the lost wallet you found (that is full of cash) to the rightful owner? Gave the extra back when the cashier gave you too much change? Returned the cute, lost puppy to his owners when you really wanted to keep him for yourself?

Seems like all the examples I can come up with have to do with giving something up. I guess I just have it on the brain lately.

Tomorrow, we are selling our horses. We have owned them for eight years, loved them for eight years. Tomorrow, their new owner is picking them up and taking them to a new home.

Logically, I know it’s the right thing to do. We don’t ride them anymore. They don’t get as much attention as they used to, as having a small farm to care of takes much more time than we could have guessed when we bought it five years ago. Not to mention how much time is involved with caring for a toddler! They will be going to live with our farrier (one who shoes horses, for you non-equestrians), who has more horsemanship skills than both my husband and I put together. I know they will be well cared for (and have all the new horseshoes they could ever need).

I also know that we could use the money spent on horse feed, shoes, hay, etc for other purposes. This “dip” in the economy has really hit home lately. I have taken a huge cut in pay and my husband is down to one job where he usually works two. Of course his job loss is not related directly to the economy and is possibly short term, but we have to be proactive.



Being responsible really bites sometimes.