Stopping to Smell the Roses
Or waking up to smell the coffee, or something like that...
If you're reading you may have noticed that we haven't had the easiest time since opening the doors to our horse facility last fall (although there have been lots of good things). There was a crazy cold, record breaking winter with blizzards every few days, Doug's broken rib, my shingles, living in a camp (much of the time) heated by a wood stove, without running water (away from our beautiful old farm house where Mom at 90 was holding down the fort), etc.
We looked forward to spring, because there were so many great little events booked (we are an events facility) - we felt so lucky that things were working out. Then... a strangles outbreak hit Nova Scotia, the worst in many years, and barns went into lock down. No one, and rightfully so, was going anywhere.
We cancelled almost all of our events as a precautionary step and for the first time, slowly but surely, I began to have doubts about the future. I didn't sit and worry, it was more like a dawning awareness that nothing was going as planned. I began to feel very low, a failure, and lost confidence in my ability to plan.
So here's the link back to the title - I'd been too crazy busy to enjoy this place. It dawned on me that although things hadn't gone as planned, this could be one of the best summers of my life. Financially it's tight but we'll manage to get by, and in the meantime I have a magnificent in door, a sound horse, regular lessons with my beloved Joan, time to play with my sweet ponies. Maybe this is what was supposed to happen at this point? Maybe this is the best thing ever, if I just recognize it before it's gone?