Okay. I'm done with the news tonight. Horrible stories near and far. Sometimes it's better just to stay focused on my ownself.
Mr. Jones jumped out of the indoor arena today. (That wall is almost 5 feet high.) The barn owner went to get him, and he was gone. The trainer at the barn was kind enough to email me the video she took of his capture. Foiled again, Mr. Jones.
I don't blame him. He loved being out in the pasture. I loved having him out there. But he kept getting out and going places, like dark roads in the middle of the night...never a good idea for a black horse. He blends right in.
But we're obviously working on similar themes, Mr. Jones and I. I've been working on my feeling of fighting against feeling trapped, since what I'm doing isn't precisely what I want to be doing. I'm trying to get away from that trapped feeling. I think only then will the bars fall away. When I no longer notice them. Because they're irrelevant and illusionary anyway. I'm trying not to stare at the bars. Or reimagine them.
Breathe in, redirect, and settle in to watch the goings-on in my life with a semi-detached, amusement at all that is, with confidence that more and better is coming.
I'm almost there. But isn't everything in life about being almost there? Better settle down and enjoy the ride. Because it's that or not enjoying the ride. And the latter isn't an option I'm willing to choose.