September 13

Dear miscommunication, you make me ache. It's difficult to be brave in the face of misunderstanding and I didn't handle you well today. Guess we have some work to do. Dear anxiety, I'd be thrilled to be rid of you. Two panic attacks in one week is a record for us. But when you force me to feel helpless, I turn to my God and He comforts me. And I need that reminder with every passing hour. Dear barn life, you bless me. Without Glinda, I wouldn't have the friends I do right now. Hopping on bareback and riding at sunset soothes my tired heart and reminds me I'm capable of at least one skill in my life. Sometimes, that's enough. Dear Loveless, thank you for not running us off. Sorry we stayed thirty minutes later than we were supposed to. Can't keep these kindred spirits from conversations about horses, vacations, and dreams for the future. Wildly blessed by this new friend. Dear tiny tub, I fell asleep in you once as a child and almost drowned. I sat in the base of you and sobbed more times than I can count when I didn't understand why I couldn't find peace and fulfillment in boys and academics. It was nice to just soak sore muscles in you at the end of the day and listen to Ben Howard sing about keeping my head up. Too appropriate.