It's just the thing that drives me to be better, try harder, do more, and most importantly, always keep on learning.
|I come by sportsball honestly|
I distinctly remember that as a little girl, my favorite color was pink. My favorite animal was pigs. Because pigs were pink. Obviously.
Then one unforgettably traumatic day, I got a book on pigs from the library. In fact, very few varieties of pigs are pink. They're mottled and multi colored and ugly and I found myself sitting on my bed (in my room with pink walls and a Beauty and the Beast mural), trying to pick a favorite animal. There were no poignant pink animals left, so I had to find a new criteria.
|living the dream|
Thankfully, that translated as horses to my young mind instead of camels or elephants or reindeer or the like.
And here I am, decades later.
Why do horses captivate my imagination and dreams and plans so thoroughly? Why didn't I ever "age out of it"?
I don't know, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's face it--the rest of you are here with me. How did you get here, anyways?