Fast forward again a bunch of years. Life is pretty darn good, but right at the moment, it doesn't seem to have much...direction. I go to work, making a very long commute. I work. I go home. It's too late to do anything with the horses because of that long commute, so I have dinner, I try to turn my brain off by watching the tube for an hour, I go to bed. The next day, repeat. Hmmmm. Not too much about all of those activities that is soul-satisfying. Just a nice, dull rhythm. On the weekends, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, running other errands. Dull, dull, dull.
But wait! What's this? A self-improvement company I get emails from is offering a course called "Life Directions". This sounds like something I could use. Get me signed up, fast!
The course is everything it's advertised to be, and by the end of workshop, I know what I should be doing. Any guesses? It involves children and ...... horses.
It also means sticking my neck out and going for it. I'm all enthused for a while, and then, slowly, the excitement dies, my inner voice (who really likes dull) kicks in and reminds me how scary all that would be, and I drift back into my nice, safe routine.
There's one difference. That dull routine doesn't seem so appealing any more. There's this prodding in the back of my mind - horses/kids/horses/kids/they need you/horses/kids/
Oh, shut UP.
But the prodder doesn't shut.
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