A Bipoler Kind of Day

Amazing the difference a day makes. 24 hours and two negatives and my boot straps are broken. This mornings pep talk (again) is that you will absolutely fail if you give up before you try.

When we picked up Brad he was a bit mentally inaccessible, I think the human term would be distant, a week of good hay, a couple of hard rides, and lots of handling later and you could see in his eyes he was finally starting to be present and alert. Yesterday he decided to do his darndest to get out of work (expected). A few little bucks (since one didn't work) and an attempt to bolt back to the barn. All of this brought on I'm sure by the fact that he was being ridden alone, which I was told he didn't like. BUT my grandsons are really loving him and showing promise to love the idea of just getting out and riding if they could. How awful would it be if they could only follow me?  Actually they are young and male what are the chances that is all they are going to do even if I tell them they  have to?

I started the day with three goals, the to do list, walking, and logging food. Against all odds I accidentally finished the to list. That is it, no walk and I journaled breakfast. So today the food log comes first, I have a friend I plan on walking with, and since my daughter told me to stay off of the horse, I'll just keep praying for him.

I can't imagine anyone follows this but it seems to be of great help to keep me focused in the right direction.