The Horse Farm, Redux

Five years or so ago, I wrote about the ill-fated, not-occurring trip to the horse farm - something that I wanted, that never came to pass. I thought about the horse farm again today.

I am trying harder to take care of myself and to prioritize my own needs. (I am terrible at both tasks.) And yet it seems that whenever I try to do so, something external intervenes and my own needs (and wants) end up on the back burner. Why? Because I am the Default Person.

It's a little frustrating.

Nothing to do, but keep trying.

Let's try to remember to stop and smell the flowers.