Well, the weather is super nice so far this week... of course it is only Monday and there is a chance of thunderstorms late tomorrow night into Wednesday morning, but hey... that's alright. Going to ride my horse this evening.
We've got to get geared up for this weekend. I think Matt has to work, but I'm heading to a barrel race. And, I can't wait. There's something to be said for the fun & excitement that goes along with traveling to different places and seeing different faces. Some you've seen countless times while others are brand new. Yet, the excitement never dulls. The butterflies still flutter. It's like an addiction, this thrilling game we play of chasing cans. No matter the cost, no matter the time, no matter the energy, & no matter the outcome, it just something you feel like you have to do.
I found a poem & I don't know who wrote it, but if someone reads this & you wrote it, let me know and I'll give credit where credit is due.
I'm A Barrel Racer
I'm a barrel racer, Lord. A quick time is all I need,
just to turn these three barrels, with a decent amount of speed.
I've hauled a lot of miles, to run this horse of mine,
to make each barrel race & then the next one down the line.
If it's a spill I take, Lord, please keep the dirt soft,
For another run I'll make, just as soon as I dust off.
My chin, I'll keep it up & my tears I'll try to hide
Then I'll climb back in my saddle, ever anxious for my next ride.
With heart & will in hand, to win or lose with grace
for some other girl will want to win this very same barrel race.
So let us ride as one, Lord, my barrel horse and me,
For hard work and perseverance, I believe this is the key.
We've trained & we've worked hard, & if I win, you know of course,
To You I'll give the glory, to You & to my horse.
