Part of my 2019 mantra — to be happy with what you have — has practicing a neat little Jedi mind trick.
Normally my arrival to the barn after work goes something like this –
- Panic, stress, panic about getting to barn late.
- Speedy groom.
- Ride for 20 minutes.
- Panic, stress, panic about getting back home late.
At that level of frenetic, what is even the point?
So now, I arrive to the barn, take my leisurely time, even if it means I will be there kind of late. I snuggle the horse. I walk around the property. We sniff grass.
More importantly, I indulge in a bit of fantasy.
Don’t get me wrong, we don’t want to slip into delusional or unsafe. I am not jumping property fences, gleefully claiming I am the new wave of Beezie Madden (which, is sacrilegious to begin with, if you ask me ).
The scene is typically only me with a small collection of other people at the property in the evening hours. So I strut around and pretend.
I own this horse. Lie.
I own this beautiful property. Lie.
I don’t have to worry about Property Taxes on this beautiful, development-rich land. TRUE.
I love this moment. Most truth ever! Shrink my nose into my head.
At any rate, my re-ignition of childhood imagination has me feeling much happier. I need a re-calibration of my mind to stop focusing on what I don’t have, which is not healthy and endless.
I encourage everyone to lie to themselves in small doses, when the mood is right and your heart needs it.