I read this and it got me to thinking about what goes on in my mind when I'm outside working on something, mowing, raking, baling, plumbing, welding, wrenching.. or just driving.... I'm usually engaged enough I never thing to take some pictures unless I take them at the beginning so I remember how things go back together. I can visualize every wrench or fitting I will need for most projects.
My wife goes out and "mows" about every third day in the summer. She thoroughly enjoys it. Doesn't need cut by most peoples opinions, but she cross hatches each mow. She mows the leaves in the Fall, several times actually. She has a nice zero turn. I've had some make a comment about how much they cost. I usually tell them have seen what a good psychiatrist cost?
This woman wrote it out to make good sense.
I will never be able to describe the power of time spent cleaning stalls.
During this time I have made some of the biggest decisions in my life. I have silently thought my way, step by step, through some of the biggest disasters of my life. I have ugly cried my way through heartbreak all while cleaning stalls. I’ve thrown bags of sawdust in range as I thought about all of the shitty things going on in my life. Each stall has oddly given me a place of comfort as I stood, fork in hand, feeling empty during the times I’ve felt so alone. It has taught me to appreciate the serenity of the quiet. Realizing the ones in my life I can count on and the numerous fake people who are only present when convenient for themselves. I’ve enjoyed a free gym membership, as I’ve sculpted my back and shoulders into “he man”, just sifting away. I’ve stumbled my way, dry heaving, with sunglasses ....cleaning stalls through morning sickness, because god forbid my best friend be forced to stand in a dirty stall. Today I spend my morning cleaning stalls and processing my life. I’m mentally making life changing decisions, as I write this post, knowing that whatever I decide, it will be the right one, as it was made in a stall.
I understand that there are those who think us horse people should get “real” jobs. And that all we do is spend our days “playing” around. I’m genuinely sorry that you have never been exposed to a lifestyle that teaches you discipline, how to love unconditionally, put something other then yourself first, bust your ass for the things you want and need, kept humble by a 1200 lb animal, the real meaning of “hard work”, early mornings and late nights spent caring for something other than YOU. Those are things a “real job” will never give you.
Some of you haven’t cleaned stalls .....and it shows.
Credit to :
- Aubrey Burwell
My wife goes out and "mows" about every third day in the summer. She thoroughly enjoys it. Doesn't need cut by most peoples opinions, but she cross hatches each mow. She mows the leaves in the Fall, several times actually. She has a nice zero turn. I've had some make a comment about how much they cost. I usually tell them have seen what a good psychiatrist cost?
This woman wrote it out to make good sense.
I will never be able to describe the power of time spent cleaning stalls.
During this time I have made some of the biggest decisions in my life. I have silently thought my way, step by step, through some of the biggest disasters of my life. I have ugly cried my way through heartbreak all while cleaning stalls. I’ve thrown bags of sawdust in range as I thought about all of the shitty things going on in my life. Each stall has oddly given me a place of comfort as I stood, fork in hand, feeling empty during the times I’ve felt so alone. It has taught me to appreciate the serenity of the quiet. Realizing the ones in my life I can count on and the numerous fake people who are only present when convenient for themselves. I’ve enjoyed a free gym membership, as I’ve sculpted my back and shoulders into “he man”, just sifting away. I’ve stumbled my way, dry heaving, with sunglasses ....cleaning stalls through morning sickness, because god forbid my best friend be forced to stand in a dirty stall. Today I spend my morning cleaning stalls and processing my life. I’m mentally making life changing decisions, as I write this post, knowing that whatever I decide, it will be the right one, as it was made in a stall.
I understand that there are those who think us horse people should get “real” jobs. And that all we do is spend our days “playing” around. I’m genuinely sorry that you have never been exposed to a lifestyle that teaches you discipline, how to love unconditionally, put something other then yourself first, bust your ass for the things you want and need, kept humble by a 1200 lb animal, the real meaning of “hard work”, early mornings and late nights spent caring for something other than YOU. Those are things a “real job” will never give you.
Some of you haven’t cleaned stalls .....and it shows.
Credit to :
- Aubrey Burwell
