I am such not a morning person. Especially on Mondays. Especially on Mondays when i have slept like crap the night before. I tried to go to bed at like 11 last night, and stayed partially awake until 3 or 4. Then I woke up at 5, and then again at 6. It was also one of the first nights I have gone to bed without having had a lick of alcohol right before.
I did have a couple cocktails yesterday. I met the girls out for brunch, and treated myself to a Bloody Mary and a Mimosa. That was it. Typically, a Sunday night would consist of several glasses of red wine before bed. And then a nasty hangover. So, while I am definitely tired today, I don’t feel like absolute garbage.
I have a goal for the week. I will only drink once this week. I will prove to myself that I can go for several days without alcohol. To be honest, I don’t even feel like drinking. I feel a wonderful sense of calm, and peace lately. Like the pieces of my life are finally starting to fit together.
I am buying a horse next month, which is the main reason I have decided to cut down on my alcohol consumption. I won’t have the money anymore. Plus, it is just time that I start learning to drink like an adult, not a 20-year old college kid. I think that the horse is a great idea, as I am planning on doing all my own barn chores, and I will be riding as often as possible. This is dually beneficial, in that I will A., not have time to be at the bar constantly, and B., is GREAT physical activity.
I rode when I was a kid. I think I started when I was 8 or 9, and rode right up until I graduated high school. It is probably the only thing I have been able to do well with minimal effort. After I graduated, I ran out of time/money. So, I took a nearly 10 year hiatus from the saddle. We had a flood in the office, which meant we were closing early on a daily basis. Which opened up the opportunity for me to start taking lessons.
Riding has become one of the only times that I am able to just completely relax and be at total peace with myself. For one hour a week, the only thing on my mind is the horse between my legs, and communicating with him. I met Triton a few weeks into riding, and found out he was for sale. Triton is a 9 year old, 1/2-Percheron, 1/2-Quarter Horse. He is a beautiful dapple grey color, and has the most beutiful head with the kindest eye possible. After months of negotiations, I have worked out a lease-to-own deal with his current owner, and he is moving to the new barn on July 13th. He will officially be mine in about a year.
Triton will, I think, help to save me… Save my soul.
