The Mountains of Life
Amazing how life goes up and down so dramatically. I wonder if it's just me, or does everyones' lives have these drastic highs and lows. I must have been a massive mountain range in a former life - full of sky-high peaks and flooded, dark valleys. I wonder what life would be like to be just a flat meadow...now highs or lows, just a straight existance. Would it be boring? How could something be boring if you have nothing more exciting to compare it to? I am not surte that is such a bad thing. The highs sure are fun...full of adrenaline and good feelings and buzzes. The lows really stink. I mean REALL stink...makes it hard to even recall what the highs felt like.
So where am I now? I guess I am somewhere on the side of the mountain. I have pulled myself out of the valley temporarily, but am not climbing to the top yet because I don't trust my ropes and pickaxe. I guess you could say I am hanging on the side of a cliff...I could easily drop to the bottom again, or with strength I could pull myself up and keep climbing. Ah, we shall see!
On that note,I head to West Virginia...6 hours with my dog in a non air-conditioned truck to spent 3 days in the mid-90 degree weather at a horse show. Yes, I do think I am certifiably crazy!!!
