My Happy
I’m currently reading (another) book called Eat. Pray. Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s a fantastically funny book, and at the risk of sounding trite, eye opening. Her philosophies really speak to me and validate my own. On of the books main messages (or at least what I interpret one to be) speaks very loudly to me. Screams at me even and shakes me a little bit.
Find your happy and don’t apologize for it. Pursue your happy and don’t feel selfish for it.
I love it.
My happy just happens to include cowboy boots, solitude, and dusty pickups. So help me, I’m not going to be apologize and I’m going to make sure those things are always in my life.
I am going to drive too fast down Byer’s Canyon while badly singing bad country songs at the top my lungs with the windows rolled down even though its 35*. And I will be happy.
This is Kinetic. He's my 14 yo TB and a constant teacher of humility. He trots like a dream and canters like a cow. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to try to rope of him this summer.
This is Cowboy the hamster. I bought him in Missouri on a road trip. He's a cheap friend and kept me company through twelve states. He's currently the extent of my fiber stock.
This is Uno Mas. Uno is the lone survivor of a bear attack. If she were a human she'd be a pissed off ninja that never slept and instead plotted revenge all night. I respect her more than I do some people.
You go girl! I read Eat, Pray, Love also and it inspired me to make changes in my life and I’m lovin’ it! Do your thing, Be happy! Anita