I have a problem that I suspect most of you share: horse obsession. It colors my waking hours--how soon can I get to the barn, could I ride here, why isn't this golf course a cross country course, do you think they're calculating the year end points right? It's not that I can't focus on my job and my non-horse life and be a productive human being, because I certainly do all those things.It's just the thing that drives me to be better, try harder, do more, and most importantly, always keep on learning.
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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.
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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?






