Following your bliss...

I have discovered that following your bliss isn't always easy. In fact, it's almost never easy. Getting to know yourself is an even more difficult process than getting to know other people because even though it may not make sense, we hide things from ourselves more often than we do from others. It is much harder to come to terms with the truth about one's self than another person.

Following your bliss isn't always blissful either. Your bliss might very well affect people you care about very much in a negative way and that sucks. Big time. And I'm sorry for that. And that's that. It is what it is and it's neither here nor there.

39 Days

I have a mental countdown going. As of today, there are 39 days left until the young gentleman I adore will be done with a heinously horrifying work situation.

This will bring about many things that I am super excited about. First and foremost, after these next 39 days are over, the wheels will be in motion for a move. "Over the mountains he will run," and I will be waiting to greet him.

The moving and being done with this job situation will mean that we will get to spend time together doing things that we want to do. Over the course of our entire relationship, there have been a total of 7.5 days that we have spent together, not working at his job. They have been fantastic days, and I look forward to many more of them.

Many of the days spent working have been pretty decent too. I've gotten the chance to do a lot of things that I never in a million years expected to do. I've worked with gigantic draft horses, learned to harness them and drive them, and fed and taken care of wildlife. How many people in the world can say they patted and got drooled on by a mountain lion? Just in case you were wondering, the drool is all kinds of slimy...

I also look forward to him being able to meet all of my amazing friends. Jess had the pleasure of his company one day a couple of weeks ago, but he has yet to meet the infamous Al. I have my fingers crossed that they hit it off and enjoy each other's company. Only time will tell though...

Time has played a big part in this whole situation. Ten years ago I met this young man. For ten years I wondered and wished and hoped that he returned my feelings. I worried that it was a juvenile infatuation and that my inner 17-year-old was just taking over. Well, those fears were unfounded and I have the answer to my question. He does return my feelings, and my 17-year-old self was spot on. I've found my other half and I am beyond thankful that our time has finally come about.

Promises...

I have gotten so bad about blogging! For a while, I was going to shoot for the once a week schedule, but that has gone right to the dogs. I'm going to try to get better. I promise.

It's January. It's been feeling like January too. Cold wind. Cold nights. Lots of coldness. No snow recently though. I could really go for a snow day one of these days... especially if I were to get stranded for an extra day in the southern part of the state. I'd be totally down for that.

There are some good things about January though. The first one that comes to mind is Albie Rock's birthday. I'm a week belated, but Happy Birthday Al! I made you something... that I haven't given you yet... and I forgot it today, but you'll get it before your next birthday. I promise.

Another good thing about January is that the days are really and truly and actually getting longer. I've been getting back to the barn in the afternoons and spending some serious quality time with my ponies, and it is staying noticeably lighter, longer. It rocks. It's nice to know that even though it doesn't look or feel like it yet, Spring is in the works somewhere deep under cover.

I can't wait for Spring. So many good, new things are going to bloom this Spring and I am looking forward to all of them. New lives, new relationships, new gardens, new situations, new plans, all beginning to bud and getting ready to flower, either for the first time or, in some cases, the second time around.

I think from now on, I should plant a flower for every happy anniversary of sorts. If I keep on doing that, I'll end up with a garden full of happy memories and bunches of hollyhocks, daylillies, daisies, columbine, jacob's ladder, liatris, primroses, lupines, lily of the valley, crocus, irises, peonies, foxglove and much, much more. In fact, I'm going to do it. I promise.