There are times when I just disappear into my little bubble primarily because, there are just certain things in life that don’t happen the way you hope it would. You put yourself out there. You take that risk knowing full well the circumstances it may bring. You get hurt. Thing is, no matter how many times you go down that road, no matter how many times you tell yourself that you’re stronger this time, it simply just hurts. The levels differ but the bottom line is the same. I’m not talking about matters of the heart per se, it’s the overall impact of different situations on hand. As the song goes, “Oh yeah, LIFE GOES ON…” and sure isn’t going to wait for you. Give yourself that TIME to process and assess things. Press the reset button and start again. It’s the only way to survive.
Well, I did drown myself in TV Series’ which I immensely enjoyed. Marathon galore. My DND (Do Not Disturb) sign was plastered on my forehead. Hahaha. I finished and caught up on several tv series that people have been talking about. Got lost in the 1920s and get the adrenaline rush of the drama action thrillers. I veered away from political banter and the like. I stuck to my daily schedule and spent more time at the stables, cooked my ass off, and used this time to be alone with the son, since it’s just been the two of us at home (yay!) I’m actually liking this but the mothership is arriving soon. I need to psyche myself up. Haha.
We all have our way of coping and getting past all this. What’s important is that you move on ya. Cheers to all. Just keep smiling and BJ on. Hahahaha.
I honestly do not know where the week went. Seriously trying to think. Haha. My mind has been wandering again. Been spending my afternoons at the stables, bringing treats for Jive and just checking up on her. I went riding again Wednesday, which has been my regular schedule since before. Lately, I find myself like a broken record telling “my story” to the bystanders or parents of riding students. Don’t get me wrong, I really think it’s my mission to share my experience. But I’m tired of listening to myself. Hahahaha. It’s inevitable because the first thing that people notice about me is walking around with a crutch/cane always presuming that I broke something or injured myself. Because of that I have to narrate everything. I mentioned to a friend once that I should go around with a tape recorder and just play it when needed. Haha.
Last Wednesday, a mother of one of the riders came up to me, asking if I could talk or meet with her friend whose son had something similar to what I had. An AVM or Arteriovenous Malformation. But her son had several in the brain as she stated. Yikes. Being such a small community, I found out that this mother is the mother of my son’s former tennis buddy. We have set a meeting for Monday afternoon over a cup of coffee. That same day, after just smiling and saying hello to a rider who I do not know, I shared the story to her again. A broken record I tell you. Haha. Well, at least I was able to help her in a small way. She was wondering why she met me that particular time knowing that she was having such a bad day. Even on social media, a follower said that my experience made her believe that there is a God. That’s one thing I never let go of. My faith. God moves in mysterious ways.
I almost fell off the horse because Jive reared. She wasn’t listening to my leg commands so I whipped/tapped her a little stronger than usual. She got mad. What a bruha! But she realized her mistake because she behaved right after. Her mind was probably wandering as well. Funny girl. My tita saw it and told me to be careful. Have to make sure Jive is lunged before I ride just to be safe.
I think I have been watching The Mentalist every night before I sleep. I even have a rolling boil pot of water ready for my tea nightcap in my bathroom. Hahaha. Very Patrick Jane with his cup of tea in his cerulean cup. We all know the benefits of tea right? My favorite is from YOGI Green Tea Rejuvenation with tones of Lemongrass and Spearmint. Simply delish. A restful calming slumber is a sure night cap drink. Yes, I ran out of Chocolate Mushroom Hot Cocoa. Cheers to that!