This weekend has been not as restful as I would have liked. I have the kids again. We're having fun. But hauling little ones around with you can be exhausting. Even so, it's wonderful to have the chance to do whatever we want, without lacrosse and baseball practice and games.
I found an experienced trail rider to lease Mr. Jones. She'll ride Saturdays and Fridays, and pay me $250 per month. Half his board. That's fair. He'll enjoy getting out more. She can't ride her own horse, so she and her husband haven't been able to ride out together for quite some time. This is a great thing all around.
I'll ride Sundays, and during the week as soon as I have time to do so.
I woke up out of sorts. Probably just tired. Rehashing very old memories. But my out of sorts these is pretty damn cheerful compared to prior years. I try very hard not to go down the road of blame, judgment and/or resentment. Those thoughts just make me feel upset and angry, all over something I can't change. So why do it?
I've noticed that sleep is really important to how I respond to things, so I'm trying to get more these days. I don't want to think angry thoughts about what someone did 10 years ago. I want to think happy thoughts about how far I've come, and how much there is to look forward to. I'd much rather be happy expecting more good things, than worrying over things I can't change. Whatever your state of mind, time flows, things happen. The only thing I can control is me; and that's plenty to do right there. I can choose how I want to feel at any given time (mostly.) But sometimes I want to feel resentful. Until I notice how crappy it feels. It's really not worth it
On that note, I'm going to read for a bit, then go to bed. I'm reading Bill Bryson's The Road to Little Dribbling. He makes me laugh out loud. That's always a good way to end the day.