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emotions are so overrated.
i find someone i think is so worth it, and he might be, but i am completely incapable of surrendering myself to anyone.
i am so thankful everyday i have a passion. i have a commitment to something larger than i can comprehend, everyday i become part of a larger picture and for those few moments i find peace. many people find what i do to be a struggle or a fight, but from the second i mount on it all just works out. my mind rests and everything just comes to me. and its like floating, riding is. suspending across the ground, spending time in the air. it is unreal. humans could never experience it alone. to move in a different way, to lift off the ground and float. its addicting as much as it is relaxing. and im thankful that it is my job.
every morning i am up before the sun is.....i get into my car and drive to the work, stopping at the BP Kangaroo gas station to get a french vanilla capuccino out of one of those machines....then i drive to the barn. and every morning as i turn into the driveway the sun is rising on the day, and the fields still have the fog settled in from the night, and its beautiful and peaceful and its how i start everyday. i had to share it.
i find someone i think is so worth it, and he might be, but i am completely incapable of surrendering myself to anyone.
i am so thankful everyday i have a passion. i have a commitment to something larger than i can comprehend, everyday i become part of a larger picture and for those few moments i find peace. many people find what i do to be a struggle or a fight, but from the second i mount on it all just works out. my mind rests and everything just comes to me. and its like floating, riding is. suspending across the ground, spending time in the air. it is unreal. humans could never experience it alone. to move in a different way, to lift off the ground and float. its addicting as much as it is relaxing. and im thankful that it is my job.
every morning i am up before the sun is.....i get into my car and drive to the work, stopping at the BP Kangaroo gas station to get a french vanilla capuccino out of one of those machines....then i drive to the barn. and every morning as i turn into the driveway the sun is rising on the day, and the fields still have the fog settled in from the night, and its beautiful and peaceful and its how i start everyday. i had to share it.