There is a certain beauty in that first cup of coffee. A
sense of possibility in the silky brown liquid as it slides down my throat
(heavily saturated with French vanilla creamer of course). A sense of freedom
as the steam reaches my nose and washes over my face.
I need this in the morning. Before I step into the weather
and march to the barn in my sparkly paddock mud boots, I need a little freedom
and a little possibility. Before I become inundated by hungry, happy nickers
that lead to soft and comforting munching – before my mind only moves in
routines of feeding, turnout, cleaning – before my neurotic tendencies kick in
and I worry about everything from fencing to footing to weather – I need those
ten minutes of sipping a cup of caffeinated dreams.
In those ten minutes, I plan out my day. All of my horses go
out to their designated pastures and are content with their buddy, instead of
giving in to their strong sense of wanderlust and checking out the adjacent
pastures and attempting to make new friends. Cleaning stalls goes smoothly and
quickly when I have the radio tuned to the country station and can
dance around to Jason Aldean. After stalls, I’ll check on the horses on my way in
to grab some more coffee and maybe a little breakfast. In a perfect world, that’s
when I pull out my laptop and start to pour those robust, half formed dreams
into the confines of a page.
We could all benefit from a little freedom and possibility,
couldn’t we?
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