Sometimes, you just have an off day.
It’s usually explainable: “This is what’s bothering me, and it’s why I’m reacting this way.” Sometimes, it’s not, and you have to spend some time trying to figure out what’s causing you to feel so out of sorts. I usually have to dig around in my own brain to figure out my issues. Today, however, was relatively cut and dry.
My father would have been 50 years old today. It’s been ten years since he died, so his birthday stopped being painful a few years ago — instead, it was a day to remember him for who he was, instead of what he was missing. Unfortunately, this particular birthday hit me harder than I expected, so I spent most of the day treading water just to keep afloat.
Then, I went to the barn after work. It’s finally light enough out in the afternoon that I can get away with doing this.
I hugged my horse. I kissed his nose. I rebraided his tail. I stood with him while he ate his supper.
Perfect end to a not so perfect day.
|His favorite time of day 😉|