I’ve made no secret of the fact that the disruption/uprooting & translocation of my clinic has been a major life-changing event (not in a good way!) for me. I find myself echoing my son as he exclaims: “I was brought up to love, take pride & believe in my country - what is happening!?!”
I have never read Ayn Rand, but I need to - after I catch up on all the contemporaneous material my son wants me to examine in our Socratic quest to understand WTF is going on?!? He has been sampling a lot of YouTubers, some of whom are absolute nutcases, but a few make some valid points…
Ultimately, though, I must concentrate on that which is within my control - which is just my immediate circle of family/friends/clients & colleagues. I have a bad tendency to overreach and (try to) take responsibility for things which are none of my effin’ business.
Saturday morning, I went into town for a meeting with our trail riding group and the Corps of Engineers who manage Lake Bardwell. Our trails suffered extensive damage during the flooding in 2023 and have been closed for many months now. Our helpful government agencies want us to avoid injury (ha! more like liability!) so we had to develop an extensive plan to ensure trail markers are reinstalled with emergency vehicle access… after months of negotiations, we will finally have our first work weekend at the end of this month, after which we should have access to the trails again.
We went for brunch afterwards and I offered to bring Silas for my friend Linda to ride yesterday - she has not ridden all winter, thinks her older gelding is too unconditioned and still doesn’t quite trust her youngster. And while Silas was his normal gentlemanly self, Linda complained that his stride was “too long” and of course got stiff & sore as she is out of “riding shape”. (Anyone who thinks the horse does all the work - I could prove a thing or two to you) Twoie turned tail and ran away from me yesterday morning; I didn’t feel like chasing him down so I brought Baraq - after a couple of hours of jigging around on him/worrying about Linda’s experiences, I came home with a splitting headache. I took some Tylenol which didn’t touch it; a couple of hours later, I took some ibuprofen but finally had to lie down to shake it off. Lesson learned: I cannot take responsibility for everyone else upon my shoulders
That last sentence says it all, Val! Take good care of YOU, my friend! The struggle to "save the whole world" is so real for so many (including me, unfortunately, but I grow weary of it).
ReplyDeleteI agree with Barb.
ReplyDeleteAnd, oh, I don't know how to make heads or tails about what's going on.