When I pack up after a long week of overnights, I always mumble and grumble asking myself why. Why am I doing this? Why did I pick this? Will I ever sleep in my own bed again… Or hell… Will I ever have my own apartment at this point? But I turned around this time and saw this face sitting next to my pile of bags giving me a look that said, “Okay ma, where are we off to now? I’m ready for another adventure.”
“You are why…” That was all I said and we were off to the barn.
It’s weird that the times I feel the most overwhelmed after the fact. After running around like a maniac without sleep and eating shitty food (or no food) all week? Finally have a little time to myself and that’s when I think too much and my brain is on overload. So what did I do? I got a part-time job. Why? Because I’m a glutton for punishment and don’t know how to stop.
Things got a little unsettled on Saturday with an unexpected schedule change and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Chevy knew exactly what was happening when I grabbed his remote collar and we hopped in the truck. No questions asked, no hesitation, I tacked up and we headed out. First snow fall made everything even better. It was exactly what I needed in every way. Exactly what we all needed.
Just me and my boys ❤
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I know that exact feeling, its because our brains are too busy doing to get overwhelmed. It’s when we aren’t doing that we have to mentally catch up and realize.. shit so much done, so much left to do!
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It’s like fighting off a sickness for finals and then BOOM! Death bed.
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Stress overload never hits me until after I’ve finished whatever I needed to do. I need at least a day or two to recover from traveling, especially if said traveling meant hanging out with a lot of people.
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The world always gets darker and gloomier as I get closer to home while traveling too 😂
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